Existence

Time
races
at the speed
of now
when
nothing makes more sense
than the now
where
you
are
the moment
the future
and the reason
for the past
trials
and tribulations
start to make sense
as the sun
slowly
falls
into a darkness
that only
the light of love
can keep
the completeness
of the day
from ever coming to fruition

Time
races
at the speed
of the absence
of everything
that is believed
to matter
a stillness
of the world's ado
two souls
drenched
in every second
of life
as if we are
all
that exist

Quite deep
Kinda sad
And it went by so quickly
Kinda like a mig25

Existence vs the speed of time - you have explained it so well Mig

I can relate it. Your choice of words to depict the meaning is so powerful

This is another sword of yours
Keep writing

Nice poem .

Very Nice

Can still Feel,
The Existence,
The Soul Of Love,
Leftover it's Essence.

NICE