Unstuck In Time

when unstuck in society

it's time that means nothing

though,

   in perpetual anxiety

time moves very slowly

    in post catastrophe

trapped in a memory unstuck

   remembering without satisfaction

everyday nightmares,

cold sweats in the supermarkets

   in this state time means everything

when you're waiting to die

time is all you have to be stuck in

a line

on the way out

riding the dying's paradox

(no one's ever actually met the dead)

we carry on

     fragmented

broken

   unfinished

we, the species perpetual

  breeding unstuck

individuals

unfinished

       destined to shatter

Author's Note

Reviews

[Michael X]

this is.. intrinsically worded. So much depth!

[Davidgeo]

Intrinsically worded? How do you mean?

It's a pretty vague thing to say without context... sounds like bullshit to me. Bullshit of that nature wastes everybody's time.

[Not Active]

wow. this is a very intense poem. i really like your writing style and the emotion. well done.

[Davidgeo]

Thanks... I like your haircut.