In My Time Poem by Kyle Schlicher

In My Time



the past

tentacles tightening

squeezing
hard
on
my
insides

youth
left behind
years
ago

time warp
surrounding senses

nightmares holding
firmly
in
place

20 years young
dying
of
old age
already

never to understand
the
consequences

until

it was too late to move on


(12-26-2015)

Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anil Kumar Panda 05 January 2016

There is no point from where you can't move on. Nice write. Liked it.

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