Poetry

In Silence Profound

written by: Mike Basile

Time.
Something so relative
and yet, so crucial.
Things lost to the Past
simply put, are gone.
There is no hope
to retrieve,
to relive,
or to respawn them.
They drift away,
suffocated by the ever-expanding abyss that is memory.
The Present,
hardly exists at all.
For what is "now,"
if by the time I'm finished saying it it's "then"?
To live in the present,
is disregarding the future,
while ignoring the past.
Meaningless.
The Future,
is empty;
holding nothing to be true,
having no constants,
offering no assurance.
Suffocating.
Meaningless.
Emptiness.
Three words for Time,
that express nothing,
while at the same time,
manage to mean everything.
Building a silence,
so deeply profound.