Waste

There is no escape,
No liberation
Once you embrace your own mortality
With the solemn gaze of wasted time.
You cannot recover your innocence,
Nor can you forget
That you are a time bomb
With a questionable fuse.
You are not owed or guaranteed
A single, solitary day.
You are temporary, perishable
Fragile.




Poetry by ashley honig
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Written on 2015-05-08 at 04:54

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good. You should have called it "Shelf Life". Once you begin navel gazing you start to notice things falling apart. Onward Sancho.
2015-05-09


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a realization can be traumatic, or liberating. For most it's both.

A thought provoking poem, short and simple and true.
2015-05-08


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting... I find my fragility to be of much less consequence as I age than when I first observed it as you have just done here. You have that to look forward to! :-))
2015-05-08