Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter

Life, Poetry


Time bends around this silence,
Heavy with the absence of light.

The stillness is absolute, halted history,
Lasting paralysis, stasis.

We had hoped for better.
We hope every time.

What is lost can’t be recovered
Even when time straightens again.

The sky has no words, the stars
No answer to the void’s gravity.

The last brightness extinguishes.
Cold is the final permanence.

R 29/10/2023 18:35

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