ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
I kept saying, "Just a second."
"Just a moment."
"Hang on."
But my moments turned to hours
and soon the years were gone.
And I sat where I started, gathering dust.
I was decaying in my own flesh,
bones melting and skin peeling in the gentlest gusts,
while outside the tomb I had built of petrified time,
all I knew and once had hope for me
are adding on a new wing to their success.
And what have I got to show? Nothing.
But my rotting dreams and stale talents that
I never polished, bothered to shine.
Never embraced my soul, never nurtured my ambitions.
The smiling eyes and chests filling with laughter
leave a burn in my throat, a gash in my aching stomach.
I shut down, deadline passed.
"Just a moment."
"Hang on."
But my moments turned to hours
and soon the years were gone.
And I sat where I started, gathering dust.
I was decaying in my own flesh,
bones melting and skin peeling in the gentlest gusts,
while outside the tomb I had built of petrified time,
all I knew and once had hope for me
are adding on a new wing to their success.
And what have I got to show? Nothing.
But my rotting dreams and stale talents that
I never polished, bothered to shine.
Never embraced my soul, never nurtured my ambitions.
The smiling eyes and chests filling with laughter
leave a burn in my throat, a gash in my aching stomach.
I shut down, deadline passed.
Private collection, please do not unlock
private drawings such as sketches, portraits and various handmade drawings. Due to the fact that it is not possible to hide folders, I decided to use this form of collecting my works
$100/month
Suggested Collections
Wrote this in my sketchbook at a family get-together. Just felt like I'm wasting my life and wrote about it. Made it loosely rhyme, 'cause it's fun. Yup.
© 2005 - 2024 SuperSpongeNova
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In