Free Verse Poem by J. Iner Souster
Certain things, like time, are never enough. This question strikes at the heart of anguish yet it escapes the prying lenses of forever, longing for it to end. We continue to leave ourselves open, reinforcing the painful implications as the weary flow of time fills the abyss The vast expanse of ages courses like water as we sail away in defeat. For every moment, we stare out, complacent our life drifts past in hopelessness, yet we do not close our eyes. Pale rays burst through the veil of thin smoke, searching for a quiet place to rest in peace.
J. Iner Souster is a visual artist and writer from Toronto. His writing has appeared in Spillwords, Written Tales, Wicked Shadow Press, Friday Flash Fiction, A Story in 100 Words, 100 Word Project, Free Flash Fiction, The Drabble, and 101 Word Stories.
