Give me a sign.
Am I running out of time?
Anxious to see you soon,
Missing your presence in the room.
Time was drawing near for me to leave.
As each day, it gets harder and harder to breathe.
Here on Earth there is so much left to accomplish.
Yet, it feels impossible without my accomplice.
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Zakari Runge
Hi, my name is Zakari! Writing has impacted my life in so many beautiful ways. It allows me to express myself, open up to the world, and nothing makes me happier than seeing my writing impact others! I just want to help you smile today.
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 days ago in Fiction
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The sense of longing here was so intense. Loved your poem!