It was the edge of the cliff.
There was a tall building in the distance.
This body comes out so stiff
from the pure thoughts of nuisance.
On the back of my hand was
the skin of someone I forgot exist.
I was shocked simply because
how could I easily dismiss this?
I return to town and go to sleep
and there my dream's buried too deep.
I wake up the next morning in a daze
and saw the streets covered in a haze.
I shyly watched through the dirty window
and noticed the sunbeam so sallow.
I squinted my eyes so as to adjust
but they were ensnared by a speck of dust.
When they tear up and turn bloodshot,
I immediately remember that I forgot:
Maybe, I've tired myself too far
and thus, I lost my sight in the radar.
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The Core I Orbit - (a poem anthology)
Poetry❝ I'm a man of an overthinker, but an overdoer have I been seldom So when the pulsars spin no more, the warmth of the fire turns infernal ❞ ========== I hereby declare the little unvoiced thoughts sizzling inside my head verbatim one may call as a f...
