Estefano Molina


No Title - Poem by Estefano Molina

I've known for sometime
I could see it coming
and you can only delay these things
but no matter what, it's coming
you can't stop it
I sure as hell can't stop it
no one can
it's unstoppable
You later accept it
make it your own
but it feeds off you
takes your life little by little
you're dying
and you just have to take it
until you are nothing more
you are someone else
you are not you any longer
and yet you look back
if I had done this
or maybe that
if I
if she
if, if, if
those useless 'ifs'
you couldn't have stopped it
it was inevitable
it already happened
and your not the only one
it happens to everyone
and what happens to you
is happening to the world
and everyone knows
you do too
its coming blazingly fast at you
but know one is ever prepared
no one ever really knows its coming
not even I
but it's coming
fate
you say the strangest things

Topic(s) of this poem: melancholic, nostalgia


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2015



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