𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 / 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉
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my heart hangs heavy
& the sky is gray;
i'm so tired of feeling this way
i feel really lonely
and i just want someone
to talk to
but nobody wants
to talk to me
there is a missing piece
to my puzzle
and that missing piece is me
with my baggy clothes,
my messy hair,
and out-of-this-world stare
you whisper to me
pretty words,
i wish we could fly away
like birds
but gravity pulls us back
i pull my jacket to my frame
they all say "what a shame"
it's overwhelming,
all these swirling colors
that creep into my vision
it's overwhelming,
how far i feel from my body
how i don't quite recognize me
my lips are stained with cranberry
and my fingers are turning blue
oh, what am i to do?
the weather gets colder
and still i get older
november rolls over,
enjoys her last days
before she retires to the grave
and in her place
december stands in wait.
YOU ARE READING
impermanence
Poetry[ impermanence ] • noun - the state or fact of lasting for only a limited period of time ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ➸ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭/𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬
