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It is not in the wind
Nor in the morning's glow
It is in the air I breathe,
And the blood that keeps pulsing.
It is in every bloody blow,
And each waking moment I seethe.
It is about that weight in my chest,
And also the dry tears bleeding through.
It is a bored silence on the crest,
It is a handful of words in the stew,
A billion possibilities in waiting
Haphazardly thrown off to the screaming winds.
It renders dreams vivid, and old thoughts asinine.
End of the line.
Nor in the morning's glow
It is in the air I breathe,
And the blood that keeps pulsing.
It is in every bloody blow,
And each waking moment I seethe.
It is about that weight in my chest,
And also the dry tears bleeding through.
It is a bored silence on the crest,
It is a handful of words in the stew,
A billion possibilities in waiting
Haphazardly thrown off to the screaming winds.
It renders dreams vivid, and old thoughts asinine.
End of the line.
So... I guess I have been inactive for a while now... This popped up in my head during class, figured I would publish it.
Not my best work by any stretch of the imagination, but it did not turn out so bad either.
Not my best work by any stretch of the imagination, but it did not turn out so bad either.
© 2015 - 2024 Pternoha
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Beautiful.
Just beautiful :')
Just beautiful :')