I watch the drops of water drip
steadily on stone
and see below a hundred feet
pound smooth the busy street
I laid my dreams amidst your hands
unadorned and bare
that was then and
this is now
the pain of disconnection
Fresh confusion, misconception
gnaws slowly at my soul
it channels paths and bores a hole
it grinds and wears away
(as I slip into the shadows)
all hope and
optimistic yearning
(writing challenge One Single Impression)
steadily on stone
and see below a hundred feet
pound smooth the busy street
I laid my dreams amidst your hands
unadorned and bare
that was then and
this is now
the pain of disconnection
Fresh confusion, misconception
gnaws slowly at my soul
it channels paths and bores a hole
it grinds and wears away
(as I slip into the shadows)
all hope and
optimistic yearning
(writing challenge One Single Impression)
2 comments:
Sometimes pain hurts like a drop of water steadily dripping on your forehead ... I enjoyed this.
Beautifully expressed.
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