why do i plague myself with such?
time blinds.
/
cast a glance at this world
glory, grandeur, city lights
a thousand dreams you'll never hold
'till you drown.
/
cast a glance at this mirror
glory, grandeur, autumn nights
a jar of kismet's thousand reveries
woven of hope.
/
all those days
if all those days taught anything:
kingdoms fall
you're timeless.
YOU ARE READING
cacophony
Poetrya trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020
