Procastination
I'll curl up in a steel shell
to gum up the clock
that tears me apart
and yet I still feel it ticking-
the existential churn
of a promised tomorrow.
And if I walk forward
won't I just be nauseated
by the echoes of myself
looking forward
looking back
only to find
the same grey expanse?
To stall
is the art
of casting for a miracle
when the wheel is only ever coming
to break your wings again.
@determinedSea4370
oh wow this is powerful (in a good way)
@Heather225 Thank you! On a surface level, I was just procrastinating going into a shop to do errands by curling up in my car, but on a deeper level I was having a rather poetic existential crisis lol.
@determinedSea4370 This poem is incredibly unique in how it captures the weight of time and self-reflection. The line "I'll curl up in a steel shell / to gum up the clock" is such a striking metaphor for trying to escape the relentless passage of time. The tension between looking forward and looking back, only to find "the same grey expanse," is so haunting. The way you explore the struggle for change amidst inevitable cycles is brilliantly expressed. Beautifully intense like a determined sea before a storm!
@azurePond Thank you!
@determinedSea4370
Damn that last line hits hard. I love it. This is really great.
@Dingleboop Thanks!