Words are uttered,
but fail to enlighten
The needle of time
prods me awake
Just as I began to hear
whispers of sleep
planting absurd pictures
Within my brain
With a creeping,
fuzzy breath
Souls robbed of
the chances
Wrestling furiously
Reminding me of how
careless and fleeting
Moments can be
Words that once
Were so pregnant
with meaning
So ripe with youth
Now feel hollow
Now it seems to me
The emptiest pills
Will always be
The hardest pills
to swallow
A single chance,
70 or so years
To build myself tall
So I don’t disappear.
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 12:30 AM UTC
Words are uttered,
but fail to enlighten
The needle of time
prods me awake
Just as I began to hear
whispers of sleep
planting absurd pictures
Within my brain
With a creeping,
fuzzy breath
Souls robbed of
the chances
Wrestling furiously
Reminding me of how
careless and fleeting
Moments can be
Words that once
Were so pregnant
with meaning
So ripe with youth
Now feel hollow
Now it seems to me
The emptiest pills
Will always be
The hardest pills
to swallow
A single chance,
70 or so years
To build myself tall
So I don’t disappear.
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