Hanging on to the once hallucinates of a time so shallow.
Yet every breath holds me still in a whisper of infamy hope,
Like a infant smile carved of clay in the dangling essence of morning
As the birds call love in the grey of the rising.
25200 minutes of silent screams in every heart beat,
Calling death upon my shadows like the night in his heavy
Weight plates. Pulling me down in all I could of thought,
But lies, lies decay my soul. How do I feel when emptiness
Numbs the ongoing threat of existence?
Author notes
This poem is about nothing, but everything. Nothing in specific, just life in general. it's sometimes i hard concept to see the world in such dimmed light, like blinded by everything that's ever changed you and hurt you. So when i write about pain, it's sometimes the pain of seeing things badly and the longing to see the world in such innocence. maybe that'll help explain this poem, but it's open to self interpretation. Any help with future poems?
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