Time, my enemy my friend.
Tears to hide, to cry.
Wanting for you to be, to be me.
Asking, why, why?
It steals away the joys we hold,
Time, our enemy, our friend,
carries memories as stories,
as paradox that knows no end.
It flows like a river, unseen,
Tears, a refuge, a silent plea,
Within It’s depths, emotions sprawl.
Oh! to hide the pain or set it free.
Wanting, for you to be, and me to be me,
In this labyrinth of mirrored reflection,
Yearning for identity, longing to see you,
Seeking solace in finding connection.
Asking, why? Why?
The years have passed, a faded trail,
The haunting echoes cling,
Wounds remain, refusing to heal.
Confusions of the past lurk
in recesses of a bewildered mind,
and the present anticipates,
a spring, taut waiting to unwind.
within the darkness,
Fears of the future, like shadows cast,
from a scorching flame
Obscure the path, reforged, recast,
Thoughts sit amidst the struggle,
of the pains of years gone by,
To face the challenges, the fears.
as echoes linger, refusing to die,
Time! it tests and bends the will,
a dance beginnings, too quickly ends,
grants us merely moments to heal.
Time, my enemy, my friend.
This poem can be found in the book, The Poet and the Mathematician
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