Musings

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just musings day to day.

Maybe I didn't matter as much to anyone as I thought I did. Some kind of small something tells me I'm just...tolerated and that I never belonged anywhere--truly. All the people I love and care about seem to have fallen so far away. I sit, often paralyzed by sadness by the discrepancies time has placed upon us. I sure didn't forget what happened in those days, but did any of the rest of them? Now the roles have been reduced to ashes laying below tons of rubble created by time's Everlong grind...there doesn't seem to be anything left....just whisps of worrisome dimensions calling me home to a place I am sure no longer exists.


Submitted: December 14, 2021

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