Weeks

I’d rather watch a movie that spanned only a few days
Than some adventure
Spanning years
A lifetime

The best stories happen in a week
Or less
Those defining weeks
That feed off our souls
Or nourish them

This week my grandfather died
Two hours after I got into a college
Three days before I turned eighteen
Zeeb told me this was beautiful
I said it was stressful
Don’t worry Zeeb, I thought it was beautiful too

Sometimes I think we live in weeks
Instead of years
But maybe it’s more like moments
The moments that fill the weeks
Are more important

Make me a movie that runs moment to moment
Moving me deeply
Through them
Make me a paradox of a movie
Sad and happy and crying and
Smiling

I'll say what I say really often: more imagery and figurative language.

However, I will also say wow! You captured something I really feel, especially recently. I am never the same person after a week or two, it's amazing and crazy and one awful ride! Haha.

This has earned you a follow XD.

Keep writing pleaaaasseeee.

Woah, a great poem. I loved the recurring week and movie idea. As the above person said: please keep writing.