Blinded to the time

by Alice   Oct 13, 2018

The sun was setting.
Circling around,
drooping over us
to fall
without a sound.
And we strained up-
blinded to the time
cursing all wonder neath
the hooded sky.
For it was
already dawn-
already quite
in the sleepless night
of smog and scorn
and overdues:
of days piling over you.


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  • 5 years ago

    by Darren

    in the sleepless night
    of smog and scorn

    ^ love this bit, nothing more scornful than trying to get to sleep.
    Nice write.

  • 5 years ago

    by Catchy

    I love how you described time here. I haven’t written a poem this short and this would be a good example for me. Great work.

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