The Unfathomable Loneliness of Time

Where does loneliness go for comfort?
I searched through its history,
but it predates time.
And what would we know,
timely as we are,
of the loneliness of the gods
who only exist
within the blank spaces
of our fragmented minds?
A beacon of hope
is just a tiny spot of light
in an ocean of darkness
to which we all must return
in the end.
Our days are only borrowed,
and as the hours steal away,
our light grows dimmer
as we speak.
We have only arrived
to learn to say goodbye
and spend our days
in the shadow of
unfathomable vastness
and a trail of broken dreams
strewn along our path.


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