A blank canvas.
A hollow stare.
Hazed eyes give me such fear.
Hush now, we'll be alright,
Shush my darling, no need to fight.
A blank canvas, what shall I make?
How many more paintbrushes do we have?
Do I wait? Watch as the colors mold together.
Ah I welcome the cooling weather.
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Dichotomy
PoesiaThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
