Now: A Poem


I feel nostalgia for yesterday and hope for tomorrow,

I am always suspended in the moment, dancing on the fabric of time,

Traveling through the day like a passenger on a train,

Watching scenery go by without noticing the passing of seconds,

Am I the focal point in a blurred world,

Or just another wave in a sea of motion?

Are my steps leading somewhere,

Or is my path a maze of confusion?

I wait, I live, I breathe,

I forget yesterday and long for tomorrow.


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Awni Banerjee 22 months ago

This was poignantly beautiful. Truly "am I the focal point in a blurred world".... you gave me something think about

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Mhatter99 22 months ago from San Francisco

thank you for this

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Trinette1109 22 months ago from Indiana

Simple, yet moving. I loved it.

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Kamalesh050 22 months ago from Sahaganj, Dist. Hooghly, West Bengal, India

Absolutely Beautiful. Voted Up .

Best Wishes, Kamalesh

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Ebower 22 months ago from Georgia Author

Awni Benerjee: Thank you so much!

Mhatter99: You're welcome! Thank you for reading this. :)

Trinette1109: So glad you loved it!

Kamalesho50: Thanks for voting!

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