exploringtheparadox · August 15, 2020 · 2020, Poetry · Poem, Poetry · No Comments
Feel that ancient terror
Creep across your skin
Stifle your voice
And chill your bones
This life
So quick that a miracle is made
So much quicker
Can it dissipate
Seconds become eons
Sanctity acknowledged by none
No time is left for thought
That time will always come later
The quietest moments
Are found in the loudest chaos
Brutality has always been the rule
We fade the same
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