there are these
breaks
you tend to take
that serve to not only
halt the stress.
they stop your passion too.
quizzical,
you ask yourself,
"what does indeed
make a good poem?"
the silence hereafter
is heartbreaking.
and you question
all you knew
and all you've ever
come to known
and wonder if,
poetically,
those two lines
held a difference.
if, perhaps, by chance,
you were able to
reverse back time
and revert yourself
into that steady
momentum,
you know
you know.
you would.
because you never imagined
that you would ever
be breathing in a world
without poetry.
and now that you are,
you feel breathless,
lethargic,
drowning in an ocean
of words that simply
could be.
but wouldn't.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry| 1st Place for Summer Sun Awards (Beginner's Firsts) | | 2nd Place for the Pinpoint Awards | | Finalist for the 2016 Awards | It matters not what people think regarding things you believe strongly in. Perhaps, it may even help to even spread...
