walking through time,
knocking through walls
places once full–
they all must fall
dust down my back,
like statues with cracks
l crave a love others possess in abundance
but I sit here in London–redundant.
what more could I savor
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Author:
S~Q (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 15th, 2026 23:28
- Comment from author about the poem: for me the school year is coming to an end but there's a weight in my chest I know something is going to change over summer (kind of sloppy work but anythings better than AI)
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Comments2
A poem of change and a reluctance toward it. Nicely done in metaphor
much appreciated point of view
You are most welcome
Like your very last comment in parentheses very much.
... and your piece has a reality about it too.
thank you very much 🙂
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