tired eyes
the brain is numb
the bit of nicotine,
settles on my tongue
who else can see me,
but the moon
illuminating what I thought I knew
what I saw through my cold view
amber breath,
ember sparks
all their brains are numb
Don’t look don’t see
with lights flickering,
and whirling breath
wakes their minds and hearts
to be set free,
finally.
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Author:
Ensey0hfive (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2022 23:17
- Comment from author about the poem: My first poem, about a difficult time in my life where I found solace in being awake very late at night. - Ensey
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Comments2
wonderful imagery, you have a great poetic feel for highlighting
your poetry's flow
knowing when to embellish and when to leave alone
(like in this middle stanza, below)
'illuminating what I thought I knew
what I saw through my cold view
amber breath,
ember sparks
all their brains are numb
Don’t look don’t see
with lights flickering,
and whirling breath '
thanks for sharing, a great read!
Thanks so much for the wonderful feedback! Im glad you noted my focus on flow in this poem 🙂 thats what i was aiming for
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