Never slow
Never fast
Always constant
Since it began
Yet here I am
Longing for it to be slower
Wanting to indulge more
Yet here I am
Wanting it to be faster
Longing for the troubles to be gone
Then I'm in the middle
Just wanting it to stop
Stop flowing altogether
Stop sneaking past my being
Like a silent breeze
It's there
No shape
No volume
No sound
Nothing
Yet it's there
Like a silent death sentence
Unknown to us all
Like a rare opportunity
Unseen till it's too late
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Ebony Snow And Ivory Holes
Poetry((Previously known as Bleeding Darkness)) Grasping reality. Ignoring the world. Embracing fantasy. Running from the voices. A tragicomedy, The world is; With happy-go-luckies And sad cynics. Confusing thoughts are tossed back and forth, In the mind...
