It's been a while since I've posted a poem here, and for good reason-- I've been in quite the dry spell. I decided that if I'm ever going to get out of it, I'll have to force my way out, and so here is the first blow of the pick-ax that will break me out of my writing depression:
Countdown
Tick Tock
Time wasted on a mindless task.
Sucked in by a glowing screen
while I watch somebody else’s life
too scared to live my own
Tick Tock
My dreams so far in the past
I’ve forgotten what they mean
to me. Forgotten what it feels like
to live for dreams alone
Tick Tock
My doubts have recently amassed
in dark corners still unseen
leaving me with barely any light
to carve my name in stone
Tick Tock
Time is running out at last
for what I could have been.
The time has come to cross that line
to who I will become.
6 comments:
I really, really enjoyed that. I will pray that your writing depression ends so that I can read more of your creations.
It's about TIME you published a poem. Thank you!
i love your poems jeni, you have a gift for surwa!! keep em coming.
a little less contemplation, a little more action.
good poem, Jeni! You have a gift. I really like the phase 'sucked in by a glowing screen'
Diga--thanks for being the only one to outwardly catch my reference... :)
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