Life

July 1, 2008
By Kayleigh Johnson, Tyngsborough, MA

Everyone's life moves forward,
Seemingly to no end.
This is of course besides my own,
Which ceases to extend.
My life is at a stand-still.
It refuses to go back.
Moving between time and space,
I'm falling within the crack.
Now forever trapped in the void,
Of what has and is to come.
I see nothing surrounding me,
Nothing beneath my bum.
I begin to fold into myself,
Sucking up what is left.
Never to leave a remnant,
Not even a regret.


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