Had I been given the chance, I would have recognized the awkwardness.
Tired; lines appear to be circles,
Shadows lose shape and billboards continue their timed rotations.
I am moving through this space, dazed and lacking structure.
I check the minutes and hours. The clock almost offends me.
Time is not mine anymore.
Silenced and damaged, I'm ready to make amends.
Almost ritualistic in nature, I repeat my actions again and again.
I've done this to myself.
Bit by bit I take small pieces of recognized faults and chew them over.
I savour the bitterness created by my routine.
By now it is late and sky is painting itself a dense grey.
The twilight moon beckons everything into silence.
Lavish solstice spies into incomplete space.
It is not the time for sun now.
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hopefully the moon can dispel some of that ennui
ReplyDeletenicely done!!!
thanks for visiting my site
wonderful, I love the line(maybe because I can relate) "I savor the bitterness created by my routine" we become comfortable in our stagnation and stepping out is often frightening - you speak well of it here.....bkm
ReplyDeleteThank you for dropping by my sight! I read through the front page of your blog, and WOW, you have a great command of the English language. That's a worthy skill to acquire :-)
ReplyDeleteI'll explore more of your blog shortly, but just a question: What's your inspiration for your writing?
Just wondering...Thanks again, and I hope to hear from you soon!
Rania Abuisnaineh
Tired; lines appear to be circles, your words are very profound, you hit the nail right on the head. Enjoyed reading very much.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you all so much for your comments. They are very much appreciated.
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