I write All I do not know, For the libraries have left me Of their books, Of their words. I am a sentence too late To whisper a farewell in your ear. You came in a moment, To disappear off the clock, As I counted each second backwards. Your breath sails down your throat, Swallowed in every edge, Disdained by every pledge. Your eyes Did not close, for the book, As each chapter was written without much Emotion, I merely set sail upon the pages To be lost in fear and blankness. My uncertainty Became your security. My blue Became your gray. Your eyes Sculpt out demise While death's veil covers you, I cannot be near, though to feel inferior.
991st Poem – “A Broken Set of Eyes” – Romance – 7/23/2020
5 responses to “991st Poem – “A Broken Set of Eyes” – Romance – 7/23/2020”
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Powerful and honest words dear poet. When death comes for us. She cannot be stopped.
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Thank you, John. 🙂
Yes. Such a force does not judge us. It merely takes us, embraces us, while all our stories are merely chapters of a different life. Everything goes into the same book… I suppose. The same “tube” or the same “place”, so to speak.
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Thanks for that.
I wish I could re-blog your posts, though I’m not too sure you would get much exposure. I haven’t as many followers as you. 🙂
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Modern Romanticism 
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