Today trails to tomorrow,
tirelessly trapping time.
Thoughts tangle tonight though,
transforming trust to tolerance,
then tolerance to terrible tales
that terminate truth,
teasing tired tears 'til twilight.
Tell the tasteless theories
to throttle themselves.
Take the tissues,
tap the tides,
then tie the toxic trash together.
Time to tame the tarnished theme.
Tonight turns to tomorrow,
Transcending things that torment
through time.
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Naomi Tyhurst
Art is meant to be seen and stories are meant to be heard. I create, because I want to share the dreams playing in my head.
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