As sad as it is to say
I’m not the man I once was yesterday
That ship has long sailed
Into forevermore
Where there exists no sun.
Who am I to be, I ask:
I who once thought all men were free
At last, unfortunately
These times, they hold no answer—
There’s no yearning further—
I’ve grown older, but never wiser
The clock ticks fast
As I weight each passing hand
The sun is setting;
I know what cometh, and yet I’m afraid
So very afraid.
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Philip OYOK
I tell other people’s stories.
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This one took my breath away. I love how honest it was. How you know what's coming, yet still, you go on the same way even though you got older. Wow. This is the case for most of us. But I am so impressed how you managed to say all this in just 16 lines. Yet I understand and could feel the weight of what knowing this could do. Could it lead us back to the way we've always been, the fear of it. Could it help to continue the cycle. What could stop it. I love the way this poem made me ask all of those questions. Fantastic work here, Philip 🤗❤️