Slow Motion
Why it feels like life is like an elevator
It goes up, then it goes down
Sometimes it gets stuck
Like it is having its own technical problem
I wish I could fix it, why I couldn’t be like a mechanic
Guess I’m just a passenger, trying to be patient
Wish it was a race car, why it can’t start racing
Things in my mind won’t stop me from reminiscing
My thought feels like an anchor falling deeper and deeper
In the depth of my mind, it’s getting deeper than the ocean
Still waiting to move on forward
Why it feels like life is playing on slow motion
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Good use of metaphors (elevator, race care, anchor)! Keep writing!
“Guess I’m just a passenger, trying to be patient.”
This was my favorite line. The idea of being a passenger in life is very interesting. I think too often people think they are the driver–that the world centers around them. But perhaps we’re all passengers. Perhaps we’re not here for ourselves, but for others.
I’m not sure if that’s what you were going for but that’s what it made me think of. Excellent job!
Awesome imagery!
Helps the reader picture your situation through your eyes.
Well done.
i like this poem because it talk about life in a whole different perspective. I love the way the writer use the elevator as a metaphor.