Tuesday, September 23, 2014

a brave face

time wears thick
on my heavy glasses
as they sink
deep into my forehead
drawing a line

engraved
it sits in silence
awaiting release

the pillow lets me rest
the pillow lets me breath
the line dissipates
I floats upon
a midnight cloud

the clock strikes 6
my pumpkin is a car

my stoic line returns
to face a new day

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