It's been a while since I had the time
To do the things I love;
At least, that is what I say,
But somehow I have the time to cry in the depths of the night,
And I find the time to catch up on that lost sleep
On the next day.
I have hours to spend disassociating,
Lost in the depths of my own mind;
Hours to spend mourning those I have lost,
Yet no time for those who remain by my side.
"It's a matter of priorities"
Can only be said by those who haven't been in this place,
And can only be said
By those who have enough space to push their feelings
Down, down, down;
By those who do not realise that it is essential to feel.
The abstract nature of time is nothing
In comparison to the way in which I'm growing, healing,
Facing the spectres from whom I used to run.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
