Source
The future
As soon as you can spot it
it becomes past.
who lives in the blink
of some eyelids.
running from the noise
and the emptiness it leaves.
A promise that is fulfilled
when pronouncing it.
Thank you very much for reading this post and dedicating a moment of your time. Until next time and remember to leave a comment.
A very well achieved poem in its brevity loaded with much significance on a difficult subject, which your images express very well, especially those of the "eternal night" and the "sound always in transit". Greetings, @bonzopoe.
As always, thank you very much for your support and your kind words. Greetings!
The rewards earned on this comment will go directly to the person sharing the post on Twitter as long as they are registered with @poshtoken. Sign up at https://hiveposh.com.