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Writer's pictureNoble

Nothing Matters

Nothing matters

At all

Lauryn Hill on repeat

Nothing even matters

Nothing odd matters

Matter doesn’t even matter

Born to die

One foot in front the other

From our mother’s womb to the casket

Holding hands with Death as he carries us along

Sprinkling flowers of our memories from our basket

Gone and remembered

Gone and forgotten

No guard can block the clock’s hands

As they bob and weave through infinity

Tick tock

Tick tock

Each tick reminding me of the unfolding present

Each tock unraveling the thought of my mortality

Family, friends, coworkers, lovers, enemies, and everything in between

Hobbies, passions, emotions, memories, expressions, money, and everything else on God’s green earth

Passing through stages of healing and hurt

As life and death play tag

Tapping each other’s shoulder repeatedly through the mirror

Creating the image of what it means to exist

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Karima Hansley
Karima Hansley
08 jul

Thank you for your words. "passing through stages of healing and hurt..". "As life and death play tag." Great word play. Great work. 👏🏾

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Noble
Noble
08 jul
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Thank you for YOUR words! I appreciate you taking the time to read and provide feedback!🌹

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