SERPENTINE METAPHOR

Sometimes —

I feel as if the python, TIME

has swallowed me whole

and is slowly digesting me.

 

Every day, more of me

becomes history

and I am being consumed.

 

I am fortunate, I guess

that the pain is minimal.

 

But for me

this is not a casual thing.

 

To be slowly  disappearing

may not be a terrible fate.

 

Likely

I’ll be criticized

because I relate to you

this serpentine metaphor

that has sometimes slowly

slithered through my mind.

 

But it does not  squeeze me

every day, and they’re even times

when I’m allowed to rhyme

and I think that everything is fine.

 

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