I was trying to describe melancholy.
Do you know that feeling when you're waking up?
Trying to get back to the ground, stable
Head straight and mind in tune with today and tomorrow's rhythm?
I hate it here: That returned sense of time.
It takes me awhile too
to re-orient.
Back where I was I simply existed
I thrived with no worry of death or expectations so
Time was my companion;
a marker of my success, work; experience.
of passion
Not a judge. Dead ticks chipping away at my strength, my youth.
You know I hated time? I told my therapist
That reminder of temporal moments and present memories
That I'm dead now and alive at the same time
Immortal and damned.
Redeemed and Lost.
The present throbs with just as much chaos as the past and future.
It's just more subtle in how it shows so.
I like being oblivious of passing time;
existing in a timeless reality where I've lived many lives and been told many tales.
I wish we lived in a world where we remembered we could bend time.
Perhaps living would be a bit more pleasurable.
October 1st, 2021
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Solace (Poetry Book 3)
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. This is my third book of poetry after the first "Poems of the Atmos;" and second "Ambience". Unless mentioned otherwise, none of the photos are mine. The book cover was m...
