this poem is slightly cringe-worthy and i’m embarrassed to post it, only because I’ve been suffering severe writer’s block where my poetry is concerned. if it lacks a bit of something, if the wording is off, know that this is raw and unedited. i wanted to showcase the difficulty of finding the write words to articulate meaning for me when I am in writer’s block. so enjoy this mediocre poem
I saw a picture of you
just a stand-alone image
of time stood still.
A moment.
but time moves
And moves it does
You’ve changed
Shifted
I don’t recognise the
resignation
that’s made home in your eyes.
(It’s as if you’re waiting
For the call.
For she they call Death
To grasp your soul
to the place you hold contempt.)
it slapped me,
the knowledge,
that
time is steadily,
Increasingly,
Moving forward.
And though it seems
As if your stuck
Your face shows
Your age.
you’ve aged.
i have to.
but.
I didn’t realise how much until a saw
A picture of you.
A stand alone image
Of time gone still.
A moment.
-bless you and find peace. But don’t resign yourself to a nothing-life.
