TIME.

The prompt this week at Poetry Jam is age, aging, aged… I wrote about how it feels when time goes by far too quick, when you can’t catch up with it but you’re expected to fulfill some socially held demands according to how old you are, no matter how you feel about it - worried, overwhelmed, not ready yet…

This is the first time I post a poem of mine, so I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it.

I’ve always seen myself as a drifter

In search of a place to hide

From you, my most feared whisper

That I had to finally give in to life

You always ran faster than I could

And unlike you I went so slow

That I couldn’t heal my old wound

In the hands of such merciless foe

But in escaping I saw no light

For clocks would never stop

So I found myself lost in your night

In the twilight of my childish hope

And you’re so cruel to me

Pushing me to blindly fly

Through a violent breeze

In a never-ending grey sky

And I should be able to survive

But there’s not much hope to hold

When it’s freezing outside

And I’m wearing no coat