I can see it.
I can see it slipping.
Slowly, elegantly.
Like a beautiful flow.
And I can do nothing but watch.
This beautiful, precious thing.
Falling away.
Fading away.
.
I can hear it.
I can hear it urging me.
Softly, sweetly.
It calls to me.
And I hear it, but I am immobile.
This old, sacred thing.
Whispering faintly.
Echoing faintly.
.
And I can feel it.
I can feel it moving.
Flowing, gliding.
Like melting chocolate.
And all I feel is peace.
This magnificent, chaotic thing.
Ticking silently.
Becoming silent.
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All My Thoughts I Never Shared
PoesieA compilation of all the things I've ever thought or felt, written out. Hopefully, someone reads something they can relate to. And hopefully, it'll brighten their day, or at least make them feel less alone. All the poems you read here were written b...
