Is it just me?A Poem by Anna WhiteA poem about time and existng.
There's always a second to just stop,
It seems. A moment, an hour, a day, a measly week. These moments seem so insignificant, It's really when they blend together that they Begin to disappear and go to waste. Do you ever just lie down, lazy, lethargic, Sleep calling your name, hazy, tantalizing sleep, And you're inebrieated from a lack of it, But somehow unable to shut your eyes and Stop your thoughts? So you just lie there, letting Them swirl and grind and make a bunch of noise, And listen to your heartbeat, and the pumping of Blood in every vein and your clenching stomach And twitching nervous system and just realize that This is what it feels like to exist? And every moment passes slower under your examination, As you take a magnifying glass to time and watch, And think that maybe if you do this forever, it won't fall between your fingers like water. But it will. It always does, that tricky b*****d always waits. And outsmarts you. By ten minutes, an hour, later today or tomorrow, Time will have pushed you along, and you'll forget The stutter of your heart and what it feels like to exist! © 2016 Anna WhiteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 12, 2016 Last Updated on November 26, 2016 AuthorAnna WhiteAboutI'm just a sarcastic Charles Bukoski fan with a cynical streak and a free verse obsession. Please read my crapoems and give me some criticism and pointers!!! more..Writing
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