the days linger
with or without reality
yesterdays and tomorrows become one
leaving a lost detail
of our today
we cease to turn our clocks
back or forth
losing or gaining that extra hour
that become sentences
and vary into paragraphs
with unruly interpretation
that doesn't belong
Author notes
this short poem is about how we can become intoxicated with telling half-truths, and forgetting to search for the truth
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Comments
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nicely done thanks and best of luck!
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It seems to me that this poem concerns itself with our failure to face reality, our reluctance to accept the truth without trying to fashion it to our own advantage somehow in order to lessen its shocking impact on our vision of our lives. The truth is too scary. Tony
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I liked this. really. it was simple-clean cut-
to the point. seemed like your words were
very carefully chosen. a good ending as well.thank you and goodluck.
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