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Poésie

Here you will find my musings in poetry form and you'll also find me in these poems; recklessly vulnerable.

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by brecondobbie

by brecondobbie

I sit on a wall all day,
it is all I do.

Although,
some consider me important -
worrying over what I control,

reaching for more of it,

giving up loved ones,

opportunities,

days out

just to have more of me.
My hands are slim,

cool,

like cogs are moving them

as I rotate always -

A circle.

Always a circle.

Once I'd like to be infinite,

to step away from these hands,
and all these simple number.

Sun up,

sun down.

Moon up,

moon down.
I want to feel the moments,

not work for them.