I sat for too long
And yet somehow, time didn’t move
And yet somehow I grew
Old and out of
Everything that once mattered
I sat for too long
And yet somehow my feet are sore
And yet somehow I moved
Through and out of
Everything that has shattered.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 3rd, 2026 03:57
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Alan this poem captures in its brevity the two aspects necessary for moving on that of leaving behind and movement forward so nicely conceptualized in poetic form and metaphor. Well done and a fave
Thankyou soo much for your support and i am glad you understand and appreciate it π
You are most welcome Alan
A definite Fave. Good stuff here, Alanππ»ποΈπ
Thanks a lot π
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