I didn’t watch the red sun set today
The sky was blue till stars appeared.
I went inside my head to visit
A recollection wavered viciously.
I saw passing seasons of pleasure
Memory kept still hemorrhaged.
I motioned to a passing thought
An emotion permanently frowned.
I didn’t touch the green grass afternoon
The road was gray in shadows.
I passed a wondrous song
An idea promptly shattered.
I spoke an extraordinary word
A theater revelation burned.
I stirred an astounding dance
A paralysis emerged triumphant.
I didn’t hear a darkness sleeping
A bed had primitive awakening.
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2 comments:
yikes!
Wading through... at least the shadows inspire such poetry!
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