Time feels like an hourglass cracked open
Each grain slips faster than the last
I was once young now I see the wrinkles in my face
My back starts to ache, the mirror has seen better days
Days collapse to hours
Years go by and I wonder about this life
Is it even still mine
Can you call it living
In a world where you can't be yourself?
If you changed your ways, your face for another
Changed for their comfort
What remains when that relationship breaks?
I've faced death three times before
Felt their breath that I was about to let go
But I survived back to this life.
Not the beginning but past the end
Just somewhere in between
Walking on broken glass
Walking past my time
To get back my life
About the Creator
Joel V
Write about the fleeting moments of life, the liminal spaces and random stream of thoughts that come to mind. Also, a lot of poetry.
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Comments (2)
I really like the days collapsing to hours.
Nice!