time ticks
lamps flicker
june, july, august, fall
fireflies linger
then they drown
/
the bright shadows remain
etched lights upon your eyes
i let the flame welcome my wings
too afraid to see it fade
/
as the day comes 'round
who will we be to claim
to have lived?
i've never been good at letting go.
YOU ARE READING
cacophony
Poetrya trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020
