Wisps of a moment Lost.
404
Drag the blanket across a pale canvas of fading stains.
What a secret.
Could I help not of a driving force embedded into a track of fire? No mouth in sight to tell?
All to where they are seen.
To speak to them, I refrain.
They are gone- I rush like a 4 year old to a candy store.
Plopped onto the seat I rest and paint. Where they are covered.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Friend, Apathy
PoesiaA 3rd installment of my poetry series, 'Poems and Short Stories'. Written as more of a story that's all over the place. All in all, it speaks for itself. All composed of which, elements that explores new depths of meaning in my writing. Enjoy!
