Where Everything Is Temporary

It’s not here.
It’s not here.
Someone has stolen.
Someone has taken away.
The things that make us
what we are, the things
that make the best for us.

It’s not here.
It’s not here.
The absence is clear.
No need to ask why.

It’s clear and simple.
When one is different
from the other, the obvious
truth is not telling a lie.

We bow and exit.
We end a beginning.
Life does not only depicts
a birth but it has a limit
that no one can control.

I am one in it.
You are not exempted.
We are the spirits that
move inside a world where
everything is temporary.




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to Where Everything Is Temporary

  1. Mm. Nothing is permanent and yet we covet the things in life we tgink are permanent.

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