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Immensity Speaks

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I am painfully aware of the passing of time
For a second it's there, but it’s never mine
Like soup and a fork, it slips through my grasp
Winter snow, summer sun, they never last
And what is familiar is never the same
The lake that you see does not repeat waves
You are as young as you will ever be
Just as old if you look at it inversely
The voice in my head, still sounds the same
Yet the body that holds it appears to have aged
As soon as it’s gone, it’s not coming back
What you first held will change in your grasp
What about time makes man feel alone
What about time chills man to the bone
Is it the unknown or how man pretends
To not know how reality ends
If life is a game who started the show
When the players retire, where do they go
I look out at the lake which has watched me grow
From a baby, to a child, to something more old
Steel blue waters, flat, contrast with dark purple clouds
It is as if time is shouting out loud
So small and alone, I know that I am doomed to die
That whatever I am is no more than a sigh
But as I feel small, hopeless, and weak
I feel reassured as the immensity speaks
“Fear not, for I am with you”
The lake that I see has been there my entire life. But it is never the same lake. The city I've grown up in is the same city yet unbelievably different. The worst part is that you don't see the changes until they've occurred and suddenly you realize what you've lost. College looms around the corner, childhood is soon to be a warm memory in the past and it hurts. It hurts to know that those memories you love are never to reoccur. The safety of your father's/mother's arms is never again going to come to you. I realize life goes on and that there are many other joys to discover and also that as I live in the past, I lose the present. Still it feels so weird to remember the fifth grader who though high school was a million miles away, and who is suddenly confronted with high school's end. 
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Guinevere-X's avatar
Speaking from experience, I wish I could say that these feelings will fade, but that would be a lie. I was like that in high school and again in college, after college, after marriage, etc. That is why I faved your poem. It speaks of a truth that is universal. For you it is easier to save the memories with social media, smartphones, etc. But I grew up in an age without those, so the memories and their distortions are all inside my head. Take advantage of what you have and smile when you look back. It is those moments in that past that you were actually living in the present. Why else would you remember them? Good luck in college, I hope that you have as fun and as many fond memories that I do! And keep up the great work! Take some lit and English classes, you'll love it! I wished I took more!