Everything fades away

Sand trickles from the hourglass of life,threads strung together fray with time.Atoms of strength.....

Everything Fades Away

Everything Fades Away

Everything Fades Away

Sand trickles from the hourglass of life,
threads strung together fray with time.
Atoms of strength scatter, once sturdy until yesterday,
everything slowly fades away and simply disappears.

And what does time convey, what remains!

Remain soul, will, faith, and hope,
insufficient to conquer life.
Helplessness knocks at the door, rings, screams mixed
with the silence of illusions, with unreal thinking
that we will always be able to do everything, before and after midnight.

And what does life give us, what remains!

Helplessness remains in the embrace, pain, memories
that hurt more or less, in this or that way.
There is no cure, recovery takes a long time,
gives less and less hope that strength will return.

Helplessness comes to us, painful, sad, hauntingly ugly.

Fingers clench spasmodically, grasping sparks
of bygone years, pencil, paper, and any moment
just to be noted, just to remind the weary mind
how free it once was, strolling through the wide road.

Heavier days are coming, must life always wound us?!

I know it won't give me an answer, I know, yet I seek it
while sand trickles from the hourglass of life,
threads strung together fray with time,
everything slowly fades away and simply disappears.

Nadica Я.

Nada-Nadica Cvetković

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Nada - Nadica Cvetković, born entirely by chance in Topola beneath Oplenac. She doesn't remember that at all. She has published two collections of poems: "In My Signature" and "Grain of Love". Currently preparing her third collection of poems: "Name of Hope for Us". Also, many of her poems have been published in joint anthologies in international and domestic competitions. Over the past couple of years, she has been jotting down aphorisms, which will surely come to fruition one day.
Somewhere in between, the manuscript "Silence Screams within Me" has been inserted, which will emerge before both the third collection and the aphorisms.
She lives, works, dreams, and daydreams in Belgrade, scribbling on paper.
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