Quickened
thin past thickened
aware but yet there's not
for stare has brought this blackened haze
and stumble falls on maze
while Sun's blaze falls this day
Away tics the hour
this shower of sudden speaks
and yet the whispering shouts
awaken more than ins and outs
for ups and downs
have crushed the crowns
and left the clowns alone
if listening you'll hear the moan
that lowing tone
that's played on speakers blown
and laid its late on white
the right of signs
plight's designs at leave
alone it lays in a crowded room
slowing the quickening of now
Author notes
It's late.
I'm tired.
This is kinda weird, but I just felt like babbling.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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very cool write
the quickening well expressed indeed
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i think, sometimes, the most interesting and eye-opening writes are written in this way.. late nights, tiredness, so called ramblings or babble. which ever you call it, i like it very much.
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