Sunday, November 15, 2015
9:12 PM
Time
Is a one of a kind trick
Hear it hum, hear it tick
In the mind, as maturity fatally
Clicks
In our lives, as we mark our paths
Hear this fading beat of my heart
Before Sanities sink
With The Turbulence of reality's goal?
Can a spirit not be free?
To be as light
Luminescent in the dark
Yet
Not bound to earth by a shadow
Still
My existence you mocked,
It wasn't forever you see
You wasted me, in the glee of false prosperity
What A disastrous destiny have you now met.
And I Listen to your dying breaths
To the tock of a grandfathers clock.
HEY WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
YOU CANT JUST VOTE AND VANISH
WHAT SHOULD I LABEL THIS?
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
