Is it I that no longer recognizes time or me that is estranged?
I’ve lived my last day
I’ve breathed my final breath
I’ve been eaten alive, consumed by what we call death
My life has flashed before my eyes, a feeling that words do an injustice trying to describe
A movie with a tragic end
Doomed to watch, again and again
Stuck on fast forward, rewind, repeat
A miserable cycle, left without the grace of retreat.
I was living in a box, blind to the all that surrounds me
Little did I know that night would come bearing a gift, the gift to see.
I believe my life is still flashing before me, currently, here as we speak.
Only this time, it flashes much more slowly
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Caveman (
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Caveman, this one stopped me. That sense of having already died somehow and still being here afterward is unsettling as hell. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Here is a write of how one sees their life and time pass. seeing one's past is one thing one's future another. This poem presents both in an all encompassing vision. Nicely done
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