The Idea
2 poems about loneliness during early adulthood
Time to change
Seconds feel like hours
Hours feel like days
Slowly
Afraid of the horizon
Forced to change
Gently
Stumbling in the dark on the path less traveled
Will I be okay?
A Misfit Group, A Moment of Time
Familiar streets, sheets, faces,
Now ephemerally disfigured.
You’ll be fine eventually…
Familiar calls, texts, places,
Never the same again, just wasted.
Nothing’s meant to last, right?
Dread bleeds into the distance.
Everything that meant anything has turned to dust.
The impossibility of change seemed like an illusion.
And looked nothing like the certainty to come.