Movements
We walk slow
but you've begun to not walk at all
I'm way ahead by now
backing by the miles.
Left over Right
Left is left behind to stop
For centuries, they seem seemless;
Like the ocean,
that doesn't know how to not move
It is a thing you develop,
if you know the concept of time.
But you do know all about it,
since you've slowed down to a halt;
I am left.
Left behind to walk for all cause;
You've given me reasons to keep moving,
towards the ocean,
You've coined me enough times to trigger me
For eternity;
it seems that I do not grasp time in my palms
Like the ocean that cannot be held,
for long.
I am just like the ocean;
Transparent as I am, can you see through me?
Or maybe, like the forest;
where you can peep into my skull,
through my liquid hair.
We do not seem to adjust in this space,
it is you, who need to Spring,
And I've been taught to run,
backwards,
until I Fall.
On my knees, there are creases that you made
with the length of your arms,
and I have been backing my movements
all this time;
Even though I don't understand your concept of crime
I am growing steps downwards,
Like the hour hand;
that second-hand clock; those lowly feet;
You can hear them, growing louder;
through time, you've constructed a move
skilful enough to take me down.
#poetry @ellowrites @ellopoetry
