it is dark and the sun has fallen
the youth have come out to play
and endless sound of mechanical ticking
as the hands of time continue their periodical rotations
most of them rush off into the murky waves
laughing and crying in the salty water
neon bathing suits screaming in the twilight
time is flying for these children
who wish to bathe in the strobe lights and thumps of an eternal bass
and yet
that life they dreamt of was wasted
but their time spent living was not
but a few straggle on the shore
hesitant to dip their purple lined feet into the opaque sand
so they turn away
and head back to their homes to slave on
12 am
1 am
2 am
tick goes the clock
and the pile of work to do shrinks
the small droplets wet their pressed papers
never ending tears even the salty beach air can't dry up
and yet the life they want is just light years away
but their time spent living was gone
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EP // A Small Collection Of Poems
PoetryIn this short introductory collection of poems by the author L.M.Y, you will find a compliment of some short experimental works. The author wishes you take into consideration the deeper meaning of every letter. - Contents 1) Blurred Pigments 2) cryi...
