So many things in life I wish I could do
But I watch the clock tick second to two
Paralysis in the face of forward movement
One hour two to a year
Nothing learned and nothing done
One blink two blink three
A metamorphosis but still me
I just noticed a new wrinkle
But no new experience gained
The grey is coming through
But I have not sailed across the sea
Another year gone but still me
Eight hours a day for pay
But it is eating away
At what I crave at the end of the day
I always hear people say
Your future I'd moldable as clay
But what can you do
When the thing locked in stone
Is you.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
