Turtle
time goes drip drip drip
like molasses out of a faucet
slowly, slowly, it passes me by
burying me, swallowing me
I move slow, I think slow, I am slow
I am a turtle, adrift at sea, safe in my shell of apathy
I eat, I sleep, I float
I don’t think, I don’t care, I don’t exist, not really
If I don’t exist I don’t hurt, nothing can hurt
until
I am
I am a person
I exist, I feel, I hurt
and I just want to go back to being nothing
is this adulthood, is this being real?
I’m not sure I like it
why did no one tell me life is pain
This poem is about:
Me
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