The clock strikes eight, a jarring chime,
But something's wrong, disjointed time.
My mind's a fog, a hazy blur,
A missing half hour, I can't assure.
The coffee's cold, untouched it sits,
The newspaper, unread, where it quits.
A nagging dread, a creeping fear,
Thirty lost minutes, unaccounted, unclear.
Was it a dream, so vivid and real?
Or something darker, a memory I conceal?
Did I wander, lost in thought's embrace?
Or fall victim to a time warp's misplaced space?
The silence mocks, the room feels tight,
Searching for answers, in the fading light.
Did I speak to someone, a stranger's face?
Or witness something, I can't embrace?
The half hour gapes, a hungry maw,
Swallowing moments, defying the law.
Panic rises, a tightening knot,
Is this a portent, a thing I forgot?
Fingertips trace a calendar's square,
The date is certain, the time beyond compare.
But the missing minutes, a phantom limb,
Haunt the space between, a memory dim.
Did time itself, take an unexpected turn?
Or did my mind, some knowledge spurn?
A cryptic message, hidden in the void,
Leaving me stranded, with questions deployed.
Fear paints scenarios, dark and dire,
A car accident, a sudden fire.
But logic whispers, a calming plea,
Perhaps a simple lapse, a memory set free.
I search for clues, a thread to unwind,
A misplaced object, a piece of my mind.
The phone untouched, no missed calls to find,
Just the chilling silence, of the empty kind.
Was it a seizure, a momentary lapse?
A medical mystery, a memory's collapse?
The doctor's gaze, a puzzled frown,
No explanation, to be readily found.
Days turn to weeks, the weight remains,
A nagging question, etched in my veins.
The missing half hour, a constant ache,
A piece of my life, forever at stake.
But slowly, acceptance, a fragile bloom,
Perhaps it's best, left in the tomb.
For some things are better, left unknown,
Memories buried, a seed to be sown.
I learn to live, with the time's unknown space,
A testament to life's unpredictable pace.
The missing half hour, a lingering scar,
A reminder of the unknown, near and far.
But life goes on, the sun still ascends,
And in the present, my focus transcends.
For even in loss, there's beauty to find,
A strength that emerges, a peace of mind.
The missing half hour, a mystery untold,
A story unwritten, forever unfolds.
But in the gaps, in the space between,
Lies the power of acceptance, a life evergreen.
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Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
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