Jul 2019
This is the second day of discourse
And I'm still feeling worn
My heart is torn, crying tears
That mirror melting paintings
And feet withering away
On paths they tread on
My eyes are closing
Only to dream of nightmares
And these words unspoken
Are all but ideas now
That have left their
Stations of innovation
Further to fade in my mind
And further to drift apart
From my creation.
And I'm still feeling worn
My heart is torn, crying tears
That mirror melting paintings
And feet withering away
On paths they tread on
My eyes are closing
Only to dream of nightmares
And these words unspoken
Are all but ideas now
That have left their
Stations of innovation
Further to fade in my mind
And further to drift apart
From my creation.
This piece was written not necessarily as a 'part 2' to "Another Moment," but could be considered as such. It's a latter poem within the same vein that was conceived the same week "Another Moment" was written.
(25/M/New York)
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