When the hourglass is tipped
The flow of time is distorted
And reality is often ripped
From a moment so eroded
A man shaped monument adorns the road
As everyone rushes wherever they need to go
The concern they claim really showed
As their dust settled over uncensored hopes
Of a soul naive to a reality he'll never know
Color fades to duller shades
Scorn has met bewilderment
And fought to reach the top
Of a food chain of deprecating in vain
The likes of which could drive one insane
When rejection has his way
The ruined man will say
"I should have seen it coming anyways"
As his sight dements itself to grey
Author notes
Felt passed by lately?
Please tell me what you think
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i love how you use rhyme. i always have trouble sticking with it and i end up trying to use couplets too often. i like this poem i love all the images and i really like how you use color! i love it. great write!
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great poem, if this write was a person, its flesh would be visibly rotting away, sorry to be morbid or whatvever but that seems to sum it up,i loved the last line, great note to finish on, subdued and quiet like a life ebbing away, i completely relate to this, i expect many students feel like they have done fuck all for most of the day and resign to making use of the short time that is given to them tommorow, awesome write, loved it!
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