and all the light goes
out.
all the hopes stop being so
loud.
all the thoughts race forming a
crowd.
they are being too
loud.
but they don't stop making
sound.
as it would appear in front of
me.
and vanish how it supposed to
be.
the question starts with a
what.
then it continues with a
how.
it may not rhymed with a
why.
hence the answers are slipping
away.
tick tock.
time runs on the clock.
tick tock.
careful not to let go of the dock.
metaphors, metaphors everywhere.
play it fair, don't try to be unfair.
spreading, spreading like a wildfire.
try not to care, but keep with being aware.
all the reasons
start
t o
b l u r .
-gc
[all the metaphors, oh metaphors]
written in august 8th, 2017
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Poetry4 weeks, equal 31 days, equal 744 hours, equal 44,640 minutes, equal 2,678,400 seconds, equal 1 month. aloha, august ----- i write one poetry everyday until the end of august :) lowercase intended! ;) copyright @ghxxna cover by @ghxxna
