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.
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A moment.
but time moves
And moves it does
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Youโve changed
Shifted
I donโt recognise the
resignation
that’s made home in your eyes.
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(Itโs as if youโre waiting
For the call.
For she they call Death
To grasp your soul
to the place you hold contempt.)
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it slapped me,
the knowledge,
that
time is steadily,
Increasingly,
Moving forward.
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And though it seems
As if your stuck
Your face shows
Your age.
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youโve aged.
i have to.
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but.
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I didnโt realise how much until a saw
A picture of you.
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A stand alone image
Of time gone still.
A moment.
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-bless you and find peace. But donโt resign yourself to a nothing-life.
๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ผ 