There’s times
i still miss
the feeling
of having something
more to miss
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Photograph by Peter Sjo
Tag: words
Sanity
It was an afternoon.
As we found ourselves
sitting in rooms
silenced by those
who seek sanity
and their own silence
,
By those
who seek
more
,
Partially empty.
devoid
from voids
of temporary
interactions
as silence
gave in to
bounds
of sound
as it began
to feel
like the
seals
were finally peeling
off
;
But
we should have
known better
,
tethering
on the precipice
of sound
isn’t really
escaping silence
,
All it ever does
is seal
u
s
in it
,
No matter how much we try to peel it off.
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Photograph: Caleb George
Hang
Fingers slipped
towards
remains
We somehow
began
letting go
of
Giving
semblances
of maybes
and hope
We somehow
always
wanted to
hang on to.
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Bound
And after all of this
we found
ourselves
bound
to
temporary
moments
escaping
into
scents
of reminiscence.
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Grey
The clouds
hold back
their tears
As skies
turn grey
in days
descending
into an
accumulation
of those
forgotten.
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Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Bitter
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