Empty
as I tore apart the seams
and grain would have flowed
out the sides of the pouch
expectation, and rejection.
Simple
no reflection, no second thought
and the reflection was there
bright and shining and dulling my
ability to see.
Eroding
permanent changes
to a beautiful masterpiece
what a shame you're disappearing...
Time
chasing me away
into distance
if only I had thought
dug deeper into the obvious
Ignorance
Is not bliss.
Author notes
The last line thinger is the basic jyst of this poem
Comments
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This is really really good.
I know, I might as well have just copied and pasted Leigh's comment.
But I like this a whole lot.
*KT*
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this is good
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