it seems we're all waiting
for something to occur.
nothing ever happens
because we're too busy
waiting.
. . .
underwhelming,
isn't it?
the way your life
gently trickles away
right this second,
babbles,
softly murmurs
in the shallow stream
of eternity.
a cigarette burning
into nothingness,
dissipating into smoke,
the grey curls
becoming more
and more transparent
until it's as though
they were never even there
YOU ARE READING
(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
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