Blank
"Blank"
Tearing at my eyes.
The sounds of the city,
The echoes of the drums.
Flickering Sun,
Black and blue minutes.
When you beat time,
You can see through the expressions,
And see each moment in the eyes of the people.
But the snap back to reality,
Brings the unwanted thoughts of loss,
Of all the beauty that stopped,
And the blanks that everyone saw.
Copyright © Alex Gladu | Year Posted 2012
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