Change

A really abstract poem written negatively about change. Obviously some change is good, but for the purpose of this poem it is written from the perspective that change is not good. Hope you enjoy :)

An unrequited exchange: life

Like a broken camera: Change

Finds it hard to process colour,

No explanation for the strife,

The black holes will tarnish

And the fabric will wither,

Memories are fluorescent,

Fluorescently beautiful,

But time will fade,

And time is a blade

Time has the power to erase,

It will obliterate your sweet past,

And leave you with Change.

I am Change: a spontaneous killer.