Poetry: Time in Creative Writing

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  • Dec. 5, 2001, 5 a.m.
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Time
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I sit here wondering why
I feel the way I do.
I’m caught in betweeen a life and a dream;
A dream that will slip through the seams.

I don’t understand
What I cannot see.
It’s driving me crazy
Tossing emotions inside of me.

They say that time itself is priceless; But time is a complex replication from our minds And I just can't get myself to be me.

Always, forever, somewhere in between;
I’ll sit back and relax while I search for me.

©2001, Joe Jenkins


Last updated August 21, 2017


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