Written for a poetry contest with the prompt of a thought that slowly becomes an action with unexpected emotions and maintaining one clear goal or thought.
I woke up one day, and I was someone else, or used to be someone else, it's hard to tell. I woke up as someone I don't know, perched on a high stack of stills depicting who I was yesterday, last week...
I'm too tired for insight, too strong for solace, too clear for words, too resonant for silence, too old for wonder, too lucid. Today came, looked at me and passed me by, just like yesterday did, and...
Written for a poetry contest with the prompt of a thought that slowly becomes an action with unexpected emotions and maintaining one clear goal or thought.
I woke up one day, and I was someone else, or used to be someone else, it's hard to tell. I woke up as someone I don't know, perched on a high stack of stills depicting who I was yesterday, last week...
I'm too tired for insight, too strong for solace, too clear for words, too resonant for silence, too old for wonder, too lucid. Today came, looked at me and passed me by, just like yesterday did, and...