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Wasted
Time I’ve wasted, staring out the window and empty minded
Hallow space inside of me, so much doubt and pain.
I was blinded.
While the leaves of the tree turned from green to orange then red.
And eventually, they were all gone.
Nothing left but the bitter cold and frost from frozen tears of the clouds above.
It was dark and I still sit and stare.
Wasting my life, I didn’t care.
Hours flew by two, three, four possibly more.
Still no spark even when I felt something in the dark.
Still I put a smile on my face to hide beneath my tears.
Time I’ve wasted, feeling fear.
Screaming like a lost child inside and out, I was definitely going nowhere.
I felt like a glass vase. Not just any glass vase, but an antique one too.
Ancient and rusted down; cobwebs and dust clouds all twirling inside that vase.
Even cracked from the accident before this day.
Just move me or even touch me I just might break.
Turn into shards of glass that can easily cause damage.
Time I’ve wasted tasting pity like the soil or dirt from the ground.
Lifeless and useless
Just something everyone steps on, and it’s hidden behind layers of green and blue and even grey.
Layers of grass and flowers, also gravel and pavement.
If you feel me with your hands, I just might slip through your fingers,
Taste me with your tongue and I will be bitter,
Look at me with your eyes; you will see a girl who shudders beneath the covers
Listen to me with your ears, and only silence will be there.
I’ve wasted time, just listening to the wind. Only the whistle and howl.
Feeling as dry as the desert sand, and hot as the sun. I needed time.
Time then was like my H2O, and source of life.
From beyond I would finally fill the empty spaces with activities and fun.
The stars are moving across the dark. Wait.
There’s a spark.
I feel sugar now, sweet and not so bitter.
Replenished and better.
Almost I wasn’t used for stepping on I was used for flavor.
I might have wasted time, but it wasn’t too late.
Before the dark could swallow me whole, I found the sun and it shined the brightest!
My eyes opened wide, I felt like a new person and left the old one behind.
I found my way and there hope was shining.

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