It's 12:34 AM
I sit, watching the little white numbers
That we call time
tickticktick
Away
As I pour my heart out
In the shape of scribbles
Black ink bleeding onto
The pure, snowy canvas
Unbroken as the ocean's horizon
12:35 now
Time for another tainted ballad
Another misheard prophecy
About the ghost
Of my insomnia
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Pure ~ A Collection of Poetry
PoesíaA simple collection of poems I've put together, meant to get you thinking. I wrote some and gathered some, but if you don't like poetry, don't read. ;) RANKED #356 IN POETRY ON 7/27/2016!
