It Matters

Come close; though it’s blurry at most.

Pray tell; just when you had fell.

It doesn’t matter; how its importance will shatter.

It doesn't compare; to some troublesome fare.

This is a price paid in time and emotional stairs,

of nuanced affectations and weight to bear.

It doesn’t matter; that it seamlessly blends together.

It doesn’t compare; a macrocosm of strategic dares.

It doesn’t matter; that it matters.

Reviews

[Stephanie Baker]

Your great at writing poems