Distractions: A Book of Poetry

Poems that I've written


164. Times Forgotten

Tell me how - no, tell me why
The passage of time proceeds to fly
past my face so I can barely taste it
Taste the smoke of the harsh rubber against
burning asphalt
Each day flies by, 
well, it's no wonder I'm stuck in the past
I can't keep up with 
the growing speed of time
as it flies by
Infinity flying by
I can't move forward, I'm stuck here, slow
As the world races forward,
I still sit here, times forgotten,
The world forgets who I am.

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