Poem #1

Has been a while since I've done poems, so here's a new one for a new blog.



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Untitled.


Time stops for no one.
It's neither a place
nor a face,
Just a simple state of phase.

People's times come to an end
While others allow themselves to heal and mend.
What happens next if it comes before we know it?
Do we just sit and wait
during this time of hate?

Which is exactly why the saying goes
"There's not enough time to hate."
Because, who knows, it might be too late.

Tightly clutching whatever is left in our hand
we take a breath and leap then discover a plan
to make life bland
and simple
the way we want it to be
Because, between you and me,
I don't want to live at sea.

So, in short, we must cherish everything we had,
from stories, to families, to even feeling sad.
Feeling happiness, and warmth, and everything in between
But behind closed doors, time will be unseen.