Toward A Never End
Give me a name
To have To hold A world anew And levels beyond What can be made of this A full glass A second sip And (h)ours pass No news of lifted thought Just possession Just screaming White noise a-flutter In my ears In my eyes This time is ticking me apart Flicking my soul Tickling my conscience An end un-said So too is its past But I'll collect it all Stories driven Told in written Spoken Holding words The journey lay untouched Move with me And it'll build All found All loved All Peace Leave a tip for this poet? RunWrite has chosen to ask for tips. Any donation is made directly to this poet, and is greatly appreciated.![]()
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