Less time

Less time

A Poem by Nomo

Called to see how you doing
Nevermind that's a lie
I've been going through it
simple conversations complicated
I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
no sleep for the past six days
my mind is a little loopy
The time I'm facing
The days lessen
I don't much time left
To tell you how I feel

© 2021 Nomo


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Very relatable write here, enjoyed this one.. as I suffer from depression myself, I know the feelings

Posted 7 Months Ago


I’m sure a lot of people can relate to this. There’s always help lines for those who are currently struggling with depression. I can imagine lockdowns are exactly helping anyone right now. Which is why it’s more important now than ever that every community comes to together and helps each other out. And to check up on their neighbours, friends and family.

Posted 10 Months Ago


We all have that one person we want to talk to and we think up excuses to talk to that person. We tell them one thing. Deep in our own minds we know that reason isn't the primary reason for wanting to talk to them. Sometimes we acknowledge it to ourselves. Sometimes we don't even do that. We want to talk to them but we don't want them to know why we want to talk to them? Why? Rejection? Maybe they've moved on. We haven't. That would make us look weak. No one wants to look weak, especially with someone we want to see. Someone we still want to talk to even if they don't want to talk to us.
Sleepless nights. Tossing and turning. You wish you could turn off your brain. Just for a few hours. Just so you can close your eyes and sleep for a few hours so you have just enough energy to get through the following day. You wish you could. If only you could. You can't. Now you have physical pain and discomfort you go with the mental and emotional pain and discomfort. Your mind is loopy. You need rest. Your own mind and body won't afford you that rest. Time is running out. Is this why you want to talk to them. Do you want to make your peace with them while you have time? While you still have a chance? You need to tell them how you feel. You need to unburden yourself but you can't.

Posted 1 Year Ago


More sleep, less talking to self, perhaps? The brain/mind needs feeding just as a car needs gas... so go figure! That said, re.reading: wondering if the isolation we're all having to contend with, has you lonely hat you need talk to self to find out if you can still hear, feel... make sense? If that's true, how sad is that. An intriguing post and finely laid.

Posted 1 Year Ago


trials and tribulations of life ,emotional and believable

Posted 1 Year Ago


Weak like this...what you accept.
God has really come to forgive, but you choose dark. Now blame who

Posted 1 Year Ago


I felt this one down to my core. The honesty of this poem definitely shines through. Great read

Posted 1 Year Ago


We go through so many "He/she/he/she" conversations behind our eyes playing out both sides of how things MIGHT happen. Sometimes we never have the actual conversation because we can't handle the fear of being vulnerable or even the intensity of our own shame at maybe being rejected. Well, we might not win the brass ring, but if we don't reach we weren't ever even in the game or the running.

Posted 1 Year Ago


There's nothing poetically fancy about how this is worded, but the sheer truth of it is what slays the reader: "I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself" . . . we read much pain on this website, poets pulverizing themselves, & this powerful line could be the anthem for all of them. I get the vague feeling this narrator is planning to "off" him/herself soon & thus running out of time. But this sentiment doesn't come across as authentic becuz it's so nonchalant. This causes me to look for another way to read that. Maybe it refers to the gush of emotive courage this narrator is filled with after 6 manic nights . . . if he/she sleeps, the false courage may disappear . . . thus, time is running out (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Year Ago


My brain is scrambled enough after one night without sleep, never mind six, but I still find the way you wouldn't talk to others the way you talk to self resonates within me. We are our own worst critics at the best of times, let alone our sleep deprived worst.

Posted 1 Year Ago



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