The hands on a clock tick by, changing its face.
As time passes, fewer visitors frequent my place.
My expression is a bit more dreary in this space.
Though, I've also not been leaving much of a trace.
Perhaps, I should frequent a new marketplace.
Empty free time has become far too commonplace.
I should fill journals with poetry for my bookcase.
Though, I'd love to speak to friends and touch base.
YOU ARE READING
Grains of Graphite Book 1
PoetryGrains of Graphite is a North American poetry collection focusing on a wide range of emotions, many of which are intimate.
