Clocks
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nyssa96It's all just a cosmic joke
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Clocks

by nyssa96

the scent of something familiar punches you in the gut

and you know that smell very well:

some cheap detergent on someone's clothes that hurts your nose

and you try not to fall down nostalgia lane again

and stay there for seven days doing nothing but writing and rewriting,

wishing things were different.

you're three years older now;

you're still paying for things but there's no change yet.

you've heard theories saying that time is nothing but a concept,

and that it is a mere creation of foolish humans.

you close your eyes and think, no no no no no no no no no

maybe if you repeat it enough times the power of suggestion will work

no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

time MUST come and heal you

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9 months agoReply
This was a tremendously cogent and reality oriented poem. The thing I really like was the careful construction of your stanzas. The word choice and placement is masterful. Great poem!!!

9 months agoReply
Time doesn't always heal the pain but it does take away some of the sharp edges that were still cutting nice poem