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1 May, 2020. 01:01

 

I feel pages flicker,

Behind my eyes,

through the library that is my mind. 

Who is rinsing these pages, 

the ones that drown my eyes?

I brush the chaos away, 

Like an eyelash on my face. 

It rests into the creases of the past,

On my face, like a freckle,

One that itches,

One that turns black,

One that they warn you about,

One that has you say goodbye, 

One that throws you into a frenzy,

Knowing that you’ve never truly lived your life. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Omg this is the best
So deep
Personal
Hard to fathom
But easy to read and relate
Lovin it well done

[May. Words.]

Thank you greatly. I'm glad you could enjoy the words.