Aphantasia

Robert Gonzales, Contributor

July 6, 2023

Molten clocks

melted over my head,

slowly warping to decay,

but time went on

without the direction

of its hands.

Umbral moths

rose from the earth

and swallowed the light

of this world.

Memory, diaphanous

like gossamer,

paled before it darken.

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Roy • Jul 6, 2023 at 8:36 pm

Wow! That is a great poem!! It reminds me of the greats like yeats or Shakespeare!!

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