"pssshhhhh" poems
PSSSHHHHH... (White noise) says crow.
Looking through black glass.
Upon eclipsed sunsets.
Light is dimming.
Darkness draws close.
PSSSHHHHH... (White noise) says crow.
I see, different, my children as a ghost Eyes trapped behind slow motion, windows.
Light is dimming.
Darkness draws close.
PSSSHHHHH... (White noise) says crow.
Time is slow, slowing, still, Stiller.
The minds life, still, Carry's on.
But. I'm already gone.
Light is dimming.
Darkness draws close.
PSSSHHHHH... (White noise) says crow.
I'm haunting, haunted, slipping a-way, a viewer.
No part of this world.
Half in, the next, time.
Subconscious collisions.
Light is dimming.
Darkness draws close.
PSSSHHHHH... (White noise) says crow.
Ethereally dissattached.
Ghostly spectator.
Already gone.
Light is dimming.
Darkness draws close.
PSSSHHHHH... (White noise) says crow.
Life seen as a flicker film.
A solitary viewer.
Light is dimming. Click.
Darkness. Gone.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC