The future

Is a scary thing

Looming before

Me.

 

How I wish to embrace

The unknown.

To make it

My own.

 

These days I find myself

Drifting apart,

Unable to differentiate

Between Yesterday and Tomorrow.

 

I feel joy

Only to wake up the next day

Empty.

Can you explain this to me?

 

I'm not sad

Just lost.

Unable to form

Coherent thoughts.

 

This poem

These words

Make up me:

My thoughts and deepest memories.

 

Winter to Spring,

Summer to Fall,

And back

Again.

 

Time moves like people,

Shifting and changing,

Without notice

Or ever leaving.

 

Each season unlike the last

Until finally,

The world forgets

The past.