Ultimate BoreA Poem by Footprints al carbonSilver linings and silence. Still dreaming.
Thoughts spring from intensity,
visions given of propensity, existing in nervous density, of a mind so full of luck; Another voice peers out, the whisper becomes a shout, even anger faces about, as the wise all walk away; Sweet breezes now feel sinister, as clouds gather to minister, shroud my eyes from the finisher, I want to try again. Nobody cries out loud anymore, when even condolence causes war, placing flowers on the ultimate bore, the dream for one is over.
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Added on February 11, 2017 Last Updated on February 11, 2017 Tags: time, endings, letting go, dreaming AuthorFootprints al carbonPhoenix, AZAboutI'm a part time poet, usually during waking hours. An idea must be fed and put to bed in harmonic frequency as to the sun moving about the sky. Poetry is exhausting so burn clean my peoples. more..Writing
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