Whispers in the Wind

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I dedicate this poem to my king Benny… May you finally Rest In Peace.
One day you’re here, the next you’re gone
There's nothing I can say that makes the pain go away.
My whispers every night never reached you it seems
Now I only see you in my vivid dreams
Our lives both torn apart by addiction and crime
We've paid the ultimate price and ran out of time.
My whispers now carry your ashes up to heaven
While my heart’s left here to ache 24/7.
By the dawn of tomorrow
A new day breaks
A world you’re no longer in
I know you’re looking down on me
I hear your whispers in the wind.....
Clearly you only have to nominate ‘time travel’ as the subject of a writing competition to get people thinking.
Time, for me, was at first just “the clock on the wall” at high school. When is lunch? When will this test finish? And when is home time?
Have you ever found yourself at the bottom of a well?
The decay of an atom indicates that time itself has passed, it is the origin of our concept of time.