DesireA Poem by Invisible Ink
This is a poem I wrote this week and I thought I would add this as my first piece on here as it fits my usual style of writing.
sometimes everything is a pulsing moment,
filling the night,
not yet woken into blinding sight,
not yet giving way to darkness.
as opposites fall into repulsion.
what can I do, as the world shrinks;
devouring the earth outside our closed doors.
how can it be so slowly simple?
our living death a masterpiece in four dimensions.
even the title is not our own,
© 2010 Invisible Ink
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