In the casual light
Of chance,
And a system rinsed on repeat
Our minds shared
Within a glance,
Where our hearts
Cease to beat.
The world cannot crush us,
But we can.
Years spent on hope,
And still a lost man.
And every time the eyes are closed
The system fails to start.
Her face, superimposed, and
Her fingers wrapped around my heart.
I can not end it,
But we can.
A lifetime of failures,
Yields a broken man.
And somewhere in the vast
Tenebrous space,
Collapsed here in this place,
There may at least be
Some ease, some release,
Maybe just a trace.
And as two cosmic bodies
Collide in turmoil, release,
A spatially lubricative ease
To galactic toil.
Something is born
And then dies within those eyes.
Perhaps it was a sigh,
"Que cera, cera."
And in the euphoric high,
Or love, or hate, I do here abate,
Or maybe I'll just procrastinate.
The importance of the last hurrah.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
