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
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Author:
tb (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Will the moment pass for you, and be a better moment? Is it 2:48:12 now?!
this is a wonderful read,
stylistically, somewhat reminiscent of Emily Dickinson,
without the rhyming..
thanks for sharing
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