Fleeting dreams flow in dreary procession
Lingering like drunken moths flying
In erratic circles, about the Street Lamps
Tall in their arrogance
Rigid in their stone
Steel in their bone
Destined to stand in order
As the dreams flutter by their light
Meandering in time
To the awaiting and unkown
Darkness
(My eraser just broke from the top of my pencil,
The lead shattered
As I grabbed to prevent
Its escape)
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A/N:
I just got out of the gym and am feeling lazy.
-DarthPa...
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Maximum Exposure
PoesíaThis is a continuation of 'Exposed'. There is no theme per se, just poems i have written over the years. If you see something you like please vote, comment and share. If you think you see one of those one in a hundred poems, shoot me a note, i'm...
