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I catch myself conjuring reasons for
days ending too painstakingly sudden and
beginning before I am ready to face
another life. I cross out dates on my calendar
without really moving forward, running out of time and
living on procrastination until I am
sorting out yesterdays during tomorrows.
yesterday
yesterday
yesterday I lost my future.
I am alone under spotlights
and reality shines down,
projecting beside me, the million smithereens
of imperfections contaminating my
every intake
breathbreathbreath
choke
sometimes I just want to be the one backstage;
in control of everything and
away from it all
for I am losing all perspective
when I am center stage and the lights are blinding.
days ending too painstakingly sudden and
beginning before I am ready to face
another life. I cross out dates on my calendar
without really moving forward, running out of time and
living on procrastination until I am
sorting out yesterdays during tomorrows.
yesterday
yesterday
yesterday I lost my future.
I am alone under spotlights
and reality shines down,
projecting beside me, the million smithereens
of imperfections contaminating my
every intake
breathbreathbreath
choke
sometimes I just want to be the one backstage;
in control of everything and
away from it all
for I am losing all perspective
when I am center stage and the lights are blinding.
Published 25th Dec 2009
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Anonymous
25th Dec 2009 7:21am
how much I can identify with the sentiment behind this poem. The lines about running out of time and procrastination could have been lifted almost directly from my own life, as well as the bit where you describe a desire to be backstage, in control but away from it all. Exquisite piece; dark and resonant as always.
