Time stood still,
though with shaking knees
and a crumbling will.
For a fleeting moment,
she was more.
More than what
she was not,
more than everything
she thought herself to be.
Nightfall brought peace,
and love,
and wonder.
Daybreak brought the clarity
that reality is cruel
and dark,
and she knew.
She will never be more.
All he could see
was what used to be.
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enigma
Poetrypoems that attempt to provide an insight into the enigma that is my mind as I splinter myself between realities, trying to make sense of the world around me -- I write of all my feelings, all my thoughts. Everything I experience and suffer, everythi...
