jarred franzine: Poems

47 · Apr 4

jarred franzine Apr 4

A battle with time,
A tragic paradigm.
Running out of feeling—
Of highs that first times make.
Memories fade, lost in the wake,
Leaving only echoes of what's at stake.

(c) jarred franzine

44 · Apr 7

Shalt No Regrets

jarred franzine Apr 7

Shalt No Regrets

We live for years of joy and fears,
for a hundred or more tears.
When we die,
tell me, did we truly live or just pass by?

(c) jarred franzine

— The End —