Half-Past NineA Poem by Gabby Nieves
There's a stream of blood like a river
Flowing softly down hill and past my ankles Heart beating like the tide hitting shore And controlled by the balance of the Ticking clock hanging on my wall Sweeping into the next minute, Next hour of my lonely existence The breath of the past flying outside my window- The rain begins to fall naturally down my cheeks And into the palms of a small child Feeling water for the first time Words sliding off my pen And snapping into the image of a black and white Polaroid picture Nothing is only about you. The frequencies, Imagination And Creation Lay imbalanced and imperfect. There is only one you, yes But the question is, do you matter? © 2015 Gabby NievesFeatured Review
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Added on January 31, 2015Last Updated on February 18, 2015 Author
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