Poetry

Present

Written by Jacob Ibrag

On to the next one type of mentality. To

reminisce is to fight gravity. Clawing your way

up while falling forever with dizzy speed. ‘I want

to be a time traveler.’ Taunted by the next second,

just so ongoing. Frozen moments, observing reason

for growth. What made everything click for the mind to

keep moving forward? Impossibility. Stuck in progress.

Moving consistently, wanting to stand still. Birth and

death, instantly. No appreciation towards yesterday.

Fake Plastic Posing Roses. It’s all lost on the young

and the restless. Don’t blink, this moment is just so

golden. “Hold on, just wait. I want to be Present.”


Art by  NanoMortis

 

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