Poetry Project 2017: Day 219

The ache of time experienced
and space remembered
spreads across my psyche,
causes cracks,
and I watch as my 
mental fortitude
starts to dissolve and disintegrate into dust.

All points lived
and all hoped for scenes
come rushing in
to this one now,
flooding me with things
that have been 
and might be,
but are not now.

The ache of the experience
of now
weighs me down
and pushes 
out from within
until I feel like I want to end
but don't.


this now is quiet and nothing,
as I hold the memories
as I hold the hope
all I can do is endure
these quiet moments
and not let slip
life from my grasp.

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