Dirty White

hour glass
sits still on
my overhead bed.

hypnotize the
morbid eyes of
the secret soul
under my breath.

feel myself.
The underneath
of my skin
denies me.

breaks me
echo on and
on until I
see the world
stops rotating.

exist to fall,
I exist to fail,
I exist to remember,
I exist to forget.

I need is
one explanation
why we ended
so seemingly.


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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7 Responses to Dirty White

  1. sumyanna says:

    Beautiful words!

  2. Vishurey says:

    You just spoke out my heart bud! Nicely written…

  3. sangg527 says:

    Reblogged this on Poetry by Nature and commented:
    Beautifully simple, please reblog! πŸ™‚

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