To Me Poem by Jessel Jane Tevar Toring

To Me



It wouldn't matter, I think to me
if time passed by unnoticed, idle, uncared;
for minute after minute is the same
and tomorrow is no worse than today
nor is the night better than the other...
even if the stars chose to stay.
it wouldn't matter, I think, to me
whose misery is living another day.

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