I stand tall , indomitable , Passing by with each rhythmic tick tock . My conscience kills me each night , For i have been a mute witness , To the strange ways of this world.
I feel the warmth seep out of my soul , My silent tears soaking the soil . I have seen it all .... The bloodshed , the wars , the fall , the rise , The famines , the aftermath , the nuclear disasters , the pain , the suffering . The greatest of love stories , blunders of passion , The greatest of humanitarian acts , kindness and compassion , It's right here stored in my memory .
My womb is a bottomless abyss , Like a black hole , nothing can ever be retrieved . Only memories .... I fade away those too ... For I am TIME .... A mute witness to the strange ways of this world , See I can but do nothing at all ..
I wrote three poems from the perspectives of a mother, father and child. It was difficult writing this since I'm not a parent but with the help of my parents (believe me, I nagged them with a lot of questions) and my experiences as a child, I (nervously) present this poem to you. The anthology is titled: Family: Stories From A Mother, Father & A Child.
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