PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

In my purity, I sought solace,

But I could not find it; impurities overtook me,

They carry all the sadness, in every moment,

In the name of the end, hopes have faded.

All that remains is to wait for my delay,

Time drags on, without hurry, without hour,

And in this waiting, purity dissolves,

While sadness, in silence, comes into being.

In the essence that once was clear and bright,

Now only shadows remain, in a distant echo,

And as the delay prolongs, impassive,

I wait, in sadness, for the inevitable end.

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