Prompt: 15. Something most people see as ugly but you see as beautiful.
My choice of subject: death.
The hourglass shattered; as much as his soul did
He opened his eyes to be in this void
Filled with white carnations
As far as he could see
Sand dusted on his hands, he stood
He could feel the eternal ache in his abdomen
All he could hear was the constant ticking of a watch
He reached his hand out
Towards the petals, and caressed them softly
And for once he knew
He could finally hang his head and cry
He finally realised what he came to be
A better version of himself
He could finally let the mask slip
And show a fresh visage
He picks up the shattered glass
that appeared beneath his feet
Just then he had realised
He could never rebuild the hourglass
"Time is an enigma
It cannot be stopped
No matter the course or turns"
He spoke with such a gleam in his eye
He grasped the idea of reality.
He wiped his tears and dropped the glass
Staring at the carnations once more
He held them again with such gentle vigour
And watch them fade into nothing.
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Poetry I have written.
Poetrythe title is self explanatory :) if you actually decide to read this then, I'm sorry.
