A moment to breathe may be too much to ask for.A Poem by BlankCypher
In the still moments of the night which pass without notice,
we are trapped by the very body that sustains us. Experiences missed are seldom even noticed. We are too busy ignoring life for our own enjoyment. Oxymoronic by nature, our lives revolve around this idea of imbalance. Picturesque dawns spread across the blank canvas of the morning sky. A mother pats her child on the head fondly and breathes a heavy sigh of relief.
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Added on November 18, 2014Last Updated on November 18, 2014 AuthorBlankCypherAthlone, IrelandAbout19 years old, musician and poet by trade, I don't really do much else/ I absolutely love music and writing, creativity is life. I have been writing poetry any time that I need to for roughly 5/6.. more..Writing
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