I had plans
Now I have nothing
But time on my hands
Sitting here
Staring at these three walls
Wishing I could break through the fourth
Soft melodies in my head
Of a man lost to time
Unknown to those closest to him
Thinking
Will that be me?
Set adrift in oblivion
Waiting to begin again
Reflecting on the sins of men
In a world of pain
How do we heal?
When everything is on fire
And every day is a new war
That has to be fought
But must we?
Now?
In this hour?
Led by cowards
Unwilling to do the work
Must we fight?
For what little we’ve got
Where do I slot in?
One day
Only to be forgotten
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Comments (11)
You are breaking through the fourth wall, actually. Your words are getting read. :-)
It is good to get your words out
I hope your work as a historian keeps proving to you that not all people are lost to time. Certainly, with your writing, you're carving out a place for yourself!
at least you wrote your feelings
So glad you ditched the letter edits 🥰
That was great. "How do we heal? When everything is on fire And every day is a new war" Indeed.
Excellent use if that time today!
I really enjoyed this poem, honest and brave. Why do we always have to fight eh?
This was so emotional, profound and thought provoking! Loved your poem!
Even as we evanesce to the rest of the world & all we have is time without any plans, I find I still don't have enough time!
Emotionally heartbreaking!!!♥️♥️💕