If I were not a mere mortal. Had centuries belonged to me alone unsighted,

Trapped by eternity I’d rage at Time to let my final rest descend.

To watch millenniums crushing worlds and stand aside, affrighted –

For this should I desire to move forward on my own, a witness to the end?


To always be afraid that if I love mine will be loss again, impounded by this grief.

Enduring illness to descend in deathly swarms like locusts from the skies

Upon all living souls but mine. To see them turn to dust. Have no relief.

To watch as ember rusts away the light of every star – all truths proved to be lies.


Forever the observer. Not mine this world. The threshold to a life to me denied.

Alone to breathe this incandescent fate. Turn numb, uncaring to despair’s face.

How else endure time’s relentless pull when all is gone and pain alone survived?

Will not fast forward. Let the future be. Breathe. Live and keep my earthly pace. 


Daily Prompt: Fast Forward