Poem: Monolith

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I get out and walk every day,
try to feel alive and worthwhile,
try to make every step count,
try to chip little bits off this monolith
blocking the pure steam of light in to my mind.
You may say I’m shy, that I’m retiring,
as if the seven ages of man ever counted
for anything,
when you or I could drop dead at any time.
But I really can’t care
even though you are right – I am not alone,
the first, or the last.
I am not the first to feel slighted, rejected,
belittled,
but only I know what it’s like
to be me
and I will remember, counting
the days until the last piece of this monolith
is washed down the drain and life begins anew.

copyright Leofwine Tanner 2019

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2 comments

  1. Nila Eslit · July 18

    Lovely poem! And I agree with what you say, “only I know what it’s like to be me…”
    The Catalyst

    Like

  2. Leofwine Tanner · July 18

    Thank you very much!

    Like

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