Soundlessley; no grains of sand,
No matter, still watch your life pass through.
It is uncontrollable, like a perfect paradox,
Yet so simple, such as the identity of a Pox.
Sream as you may, but your life will slip away.
The sun will rise and fall again,
As it commands your existance.
The moon shines then hides for some time,
They compliment eachother in perfect rhyme.
Bow to them; they are your masters.
But choose if you will to be free of condemnation,
And know a place that knows not time.
Let your spirit wander,
Let your mind free to ponder.
Reject what you're taught; become your own master.
Author notes
Wrote it for an abstract poetry class on AP. First attempt to edge into abstract. I hope I did it mildly well?
Please tell me what you think
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i like it. different but very sensitive.
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