I seem to be stuck.
Everything seems to be moving so slow but at the a same time too quickly.
Like when an accident accures.
When time slows and the next thing you know your on the ground.
Then fear.
It racks through the body almost as fast.
Fear for the future not far away.
Uncertainty of the present,
And guilt of the past.
Tears make themselves known by the burn in my eyes but they never pour,
As if to tease.
As if to remind us of what could be.
Sometimes it doesn't feel real.
I feel so blank.
You know they say it only takes a few seconds to remember your life.
That when you take your last breath, those few seconds feel like eternity.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm really alive at all.
Of course, I am though.
After all, it's the easiest to believe
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My Poems
PoetryMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
