PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

Everything I lived

Was to showcase my best,

Every gesture, every word,

Was an attempt to leave a mark.

Now, only a crack remains,

A small opening in time,

Through which a ray of light may pass,

Illuminating memories I do not wish to leave.

In that thread of light, I find my refuge,

A space to relive what was,

And in the nostalgia that insinuates itself,

I allow myself to remember, in silence and peace.

Everything I was, everything I gave,

Now amounts to that moment,

Where a ray of light passes through the crack,

And makes me see that, even at the end,

There is still space for a final gleam,

A last memory to keep.

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