Free Verse
Time Ticks On
Tick Tick Tick... Why is that all I can hear when I think of what I want to do The stress of wanting to do everything because life is beautiful but not having the means nor confidence to do so feels like I'm in the hourglass, sand falling on my chest weighing me down
By Donny Foley2 years ago in Poets
e(c)llipse
Entering Circles Lay In Passing Shadows' Exit
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
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I don't like to think of you in my sombre hours, why must you torcher me when I've lost my powers? Deep within my R.E.M. you strip away the veil, waking me with a rush, your memories are my hell. You're mocking life as if we had another, you weren't just a man, you were like my brother. The trust now cracked, the sorrow seeping, like broken, blood filled veins, the break grows greater than the cut, each heartbeat is a strain. Like a dam meant to stop the harmful breaching floods, you open up well sealed gates, washing me through soggy muds; I try to crawl up the banks to where daylight beams askew, I pull myself all dirty, out from under the likes of you.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
