Time Heals
poem by:
George McLaren
Written
on Jan 08, 2014
Time heals they say, but they don't dwell In the time lapse that caresses Hell. A pleasure picnic in the park Is Purgatory after dark. Life's struggles are a feast for kings In comparison to Death's mighty stings. They numb the senses so you survive. Not Dead; not comatose; Nor alive!
Tags: love, pain,
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greg woods commented:
I really like this poem. Brings into play the great debate, does time heal? In a sense for some it does, providing they are not dwelling in the time lapse that caresses hell. Love it, well done George.
Janet Vick
commented:
I have been in this place and your description fits well. Heal? Naaaa....You just get past the overwhelming pain to where you can live and move on. Janet
Candace Cox
commented:
This poem is very beautiful, pain, and trying to heal pain, is something we can all relate to.
Milton Robertson
commented:
If you dwell on it, it will eat you alive. deal with and thrive. With the Lord and time you will heal. Your thinking has everything to do with it, but it will take time. and it's water under the bridge.
Christopher Russon
commented:
After dark times often leads to light.
Often after life struggle.we become stronger .
Well written poem.
Taha Hassan
commented on Oct 24, 2017 at 11:16am
Time never heals. You just learn to bear the constant pain with time.
