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Katie Rolf Poem
It's already been a month.
I am stuck in one place,
yet they march forward.
They are so content
to keep marching forward.
I can't figure out how
it's only been a month, and
I can't march. Can't speak.
I can't find it in me to move forward.
I can't march. Can't speak.
it's only been a month, and
I can't figure out how.
to keep marching forward.
they are so content
yet they march forward.
I am stuck in one place,
It's already been a month.
Copyright © Katie Rolf | Year Posted 2026
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Katie Rolf Poem
Soft sun that I can't feel,
Tell me that this isn't real.
Wind whipping at the ends of my hair,
But it doesn't linger there--
No, it doesn't linger there.
I could walk down the same streets, could
Play songs you like on repeat,
But it doesn't linger there--
No, it doesn't linger there.
Metallic and violent, blood on my tongue,
Am I immature, or am I just young?
These things I do, my day-to-day,
Nothing makes it go away.
I carry it with me, heavy like a burden,
Leaning hard against the railing,
Folding in,
I'm folding in,
Wishing I would have lingered in the doorway;
Maybe I wouldn't miss you so much that way.
Standing one foot in, the other out,
I don't even remember what we talked about.
Heavy like a weight,
I can't set you down in this state,
Deformed and misshapen,
Because I didn't linger there--
No, I didn't linger there.
Copyright © Katie Rolf | Year Posted 2026
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