02:48:11

lonelyraccoon

Staring down two high beams from the sidewalk

With a melancholic feeling

From within there is

A heart beating in my chest

Lungs tripping over my breath

In these moments I feel like a mere vessel

Standing in the crisp air

The surface of my face dons a pink tint

And on the tip of my tongue, resting behind my teeth

Is something profound

In the only language my sadness knows

Poetry

 

.t.b.

  • Author: tb (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 1st, 2021 01:48
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 15
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  • orchidee

    Will the moment pass for you, and be a better moment? Is it 2:48:12 now?!

  • L. B. Mek

    this is a wonderful read,
    stylistically, somewhat reminiscent of Emily Dickinson,
    without the rhyming..
    thanks for sharing



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