Pretty and unpretty poetry
What do you do with a revelation?
Once you get it, you hold it in your mind
And it sits
Staring imploringly into your eyes
And asks, “Why”, “How”, “When”
Questions you have no answer for
And there it waits
Until time and habit strip it away
And what once hit you between the eyes
Now brushes past like dust in a breeze
In those precious few moments
The only way to make it live on
... is to write it down.
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~Alicson Mar 8, 11:12 AM
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