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calendar
the days spread out before her
white square boxes of space
glaring
waiting to be filled
with whatever sneaks
into the crevices
of time,
time
that just keeps ticking
away at a maddening
pace
the boxes
remain empty
a void of nothingness
no schedules,
appointments,
dates,
nothing to calculate, ponder
or cancel
just numbers
and days
waiting to be filled
with anything else
white square boxes of space
glaring
waiting to be filled
with whatever sneaks
into the crevices
of time,
time
that just keeps ticking
away at a maddening
pace
the boxes
remain empty
a void of nothingness
no schedules,
appointments,
dates,
nothing to calculate, ponder
or cancel
just numbers
and days
waiting to be filled
with anything else
Published 31st Jul 2015
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31st Jul 2015 9:14pm
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Anonymous
1st Aug 2015 4:10am
Oh JeJe, you write so raw, so relatable.
No one would understand of the pain of visiting places and things which no longer mean anything to anyone.
I have a handful of favorite writers in du and you certainly are one which i look forward visiting each time i login.
No one would understand of the pain of visiting places and things which no longer mean anything to anyone.
I have a handful of favorite writers in du and you certainly are one which i look forward visiting each time i login.
1st Aug 2015 6:05am
