time's passage past me
i hardly notice when day turns to night.
no hush falls over the house that was not there before.
no darkness fills the air that i hadn't seen already.
the quiet here is the same in the morning as it always is,
and the darkness drapes over my face
and floods my throat as i inhale.
the atmosphere is thick with the passage of time,
but I have lost all sense of where it is passing to
or how I am supposed to pass with it.
i am so
stuck.
when i wish for this day to never end,
it is not because i am happy here.
it's because i can't stand the thought of
tomorrow
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Moments Belonging to No One: A National Poetry Month Chapbook
PoetryApril is National Poetry Month, and I have decided, in honor of the month, to write 30 poems for each of the 30 days. A lot happened in my life throughout this month. Mostly what I wrote about was heartache, breakups, exhaustion, and the way life mo...
