Eyes do not shut,
We stare attentively,
At the chalkboards,
Behind our eyelids,
And wait,
Wait,
Wait,
Till the chalk etched dreams,
Become real,
And fill the board,
With your ideals and fears,
With your joy and terrors,
With your love and hate,
And when the admiration ends,
We wash our boards clean,
And hold on to images,
As they slip away.
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Shelter In The Dark (Poetry)
PoetryLate nights are notorious for the thoughts and pain which come to life. However, my late nights provided me with my safest hours. The following has been written in a state of literal darkness, mentally and physically. My thoughts came to life, and w...
