IndianaA Poem by NyanMeowLeaving behind a city and a lifeA building is not a face And yet every one in this town Serves as an encapsulated memory A life is not small And yet here I walk in a bottle Seeing but not touching A decade is not forever And yet the transience of time Exists like an overwhelming shadow A tomorrow is not promised And yet I have lived for it Waiting for the rise of a sun A past is not final And so I will surpass this Welcoming the mysterious unknown© 2017 NyanMeow |
AuthorNyanMeowAboutI'm still just a dabbler in writing. I hope that changes. For now, I have a "day-job" in marketing, waiting for the day writing becomes something that sustains more then just my outlet for my strange .. more..Writing
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