I yawn,
I ache.
For some time is delicate-
Yet for me time gets wasted easily.
Rest sounds like paradise
It sounds like a symphony
But the task at hand is to wait.
Wait for the future to take its course.
I’m awoken from my slumber,
By the blaring alarms in my mind.
Before the sun is awake with the clouds,
I lay awake at night.
Until my eyelids are heavy,
Unable to keep them wide open.
Without you,
I sit awake.
Tiresome, with my aching bones.
Time is delicate and so am I.
So why am I stretched out like a rubber-band?
If I'm so delicate.
Would they stretch me-
Until I snap?
Or would they transfer my soul-
to another rubber-band,
And restart the cycle?
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Author:
yari (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2022 07:43
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem for a school assignment back in January, I was going through some hard stuff and when i showed my friends and English teacher the finished poem, and my English teacher recommended that I publish it. I didn't think it was that good, but I took her advice after 4 months.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
This is marvelous dear poet, funnily enough I also got into poetry because of a poem I had to write for my drama class last year. The line "Time is delicate and so am I" is crafted so gracefully. A wonderful and precious poem. It reveals the fragility of us humans.
thank you
Holy moly, I'm glad you published this. And that last stanza gave me the chills
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