but donโ€™t resign yourself to a nothing-life.

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.

ย 

A moment.

but time moves

And moves it does

ย 

Youโ€™ve changed

Shifted

I donโ€™t recognise the

resignation

that’s made home in your eyes.

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(Itโ€™s as if youโ€™re waiting

For the call.

For she they call Death

To grasp your soul

to the place you hold contempt.)

ย 

it slapped me,

the knowledge,

that

time is steadily,

Increasingly,

Moving forward.

ย 

And though it seems

As if your stuck

Your face shows

Your age.

ย 

youโ€™ve aged.

i have to.

ย 

but.

ย 

I didnโ€™t realise how much until a saw

A picture of you.

ย 

A stand alone image

Of time gone still.

A moment.

ย 

-bless you and find peace. But donโ€™t resign yourself to a nothing-life.

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