Years ago I used to write a lot. A lot of the stories were Sci-Fi or Fantasy. Spaceships and sword and sorcery. Being a pack-rat I dislike deleting things in general. So when I begun going through a lot of my old or archived files I began to find a lot of those old stories and even a few poems. Now the “Poem” I will be putting here I have not looked at in close to 10 years. I remember it coming about on a night I did some soul searching and was confused by the thoughts that it brought to the forfront of my mind. Without further ado here is the “Poem” or better yet “Stream of Conscience” slightly modified (Spelling corrections…Grammar) from it’s original is “The Tides of Time”
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The Tides Of Time
The tides of time shift against me
I am no longer the man I once was.
And I no longer feel I am the man I should be.
Do the tides of time shift me in a new direction?
Or am I cursed to stand still in an ocean of chaotic emotion.
All that shifted around me and with me has changed.
It all seems so different now.
If there is a god will he or she have mercy on my soul?
Why do I feel like the alienated one? The one who will always be taken away…
Is there a reason for this change I see all around me?
Or is it I that changes why all others have stood still.
Am I the tide?
Am I the chaos?
Am I the one who makes it all different?
Do the titans and myths of yesteryear throw off my faith?
Did I ever have any?
If so too whom?
Or is it just that the tides of time have just swept me aside.
Or just swept me to a different path…
All that was once black and white has turned too shades of grey.
Which shades are the right ones?
A knight of the old code is I.
Or was I?
Or am I to be?
Or am I still?
All shades no clear color.
No clear truth.
No reason to live.
Or is there?
So many questions,
So many answers…
Which is right?
Which is wrong?
Who is friend?
Who is foe?
How am I to know?
The tides of time shift me.
I am afraid.
But I will show no fear.
No matter the amount of questions.
No matter the amount of answers
No one will ever see the likes of me again.
These questions expect no answers. Nor do the answers expect questions. It is for reasons all my own that I write this. I expect no being to wonder why it may be just the way life works.
Here is a question you may answer. Take time to consider it. Do not answer it brashly. You may just surprise yourself later in life. It is an answer you should keep with you at all times and let no one else know it, whether they be friend, foe, or lover, for it will affect your life profoundly if you do.
Do you stand still in the tides of time? Do you flow with them? Or do you believe that it has all just pushed you aside?
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Remember to keep your answers secert…keep them safe…
Until Next time…
Joe Rettzo
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