A bubble floats
With no words,
Why is there this vacancy?
It's irritating
Not me,
But the man you can't see.
He's impatient
About these things,
I've already been pushed aside.
I tell him
It needs time,
But my words he won't abide.
He reaches to pop it,
Please just listen
Don't be a fool.
Slowly it forms,
But too slow
For this man is a ghoul.
But what is gone
Is not completely lost,
Everything must have a source.
My journey
Only beginning,
No longer shall I feel this remorse.
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Author:
everlong (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 15th, 2018 05:56
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Great write
Great piece with wonderful flow
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