Pretending everything is fine
pretending you don't see the world
through dark sunglasses
only in shades of gray and black
The loss of one
reminding you that all is fleeting
everything transient
nothing permanent
And you hold close to the rest
pulling them tighter to your heart
suffocating them with words
and possessiveness
Every moment suddenly precious
every glance
every touch
as you sense the world's mortality.
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Within the Chimera: a poetry collection
PoesíaThis is the world where I grow my inner poet: no holds barred as long as I think it's safe for public consumption. All poems will be dated with the original creation date, so if I post things out of order (a highly likely occurrence), all my reader...
