This is a poem that I wrote a while ago when I was feeling down. Never forget that writing is one of the best escapes there is 🙂

A huge thanks to WildSound Writing and Film Festival Review for posting it on their site!


lifetime

it’s six o’clock
she hears the whistle
a pause in time
it speeds past
in a flurry of smoke.
she closes her eyes,
waits for the wind,
and leaves it behind.

another day
it’s three o’clock
she feels the metal
bare feet on iron
she dances alone
to soundless music.
she picks up a pebble,
puts it in her pocket,
and moves along.

another day
three thirty this time
she shields her eyes
against the glare
it is almost beautiful.
she gives a grim smile,
reaches for a pebble,
and walks away.

another day
it’s four o’clock
she treads lightly
on the rocky path
the stones dig into her feet
blood or sweat she cannot tell
but she hobbles home again.
with a pebble in her shoe.

another day
four thirty now
she only walks
with shivers and chills,
but before she goes,
she pauses and thinks,
and takes a pebble.

another day
now it’s five
she sits there quietly,
and stares at the track,
she almost does it,
but at the last minute,
she picks up a pebble,
and leaves once more.

another day
it’s five thirty now
she sits there again,
but then she lays
down on the path
and stares at the stars
and if only for a moment
she is gone.

today is it
it’s six o’clock
she hears the whistle
a pause in time
it speeds past
in a flurry of smoke.
she closes her eyes,
waits for the wind,
and leaves everything behind.


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Thanks for reading~

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