My last 'poem' of NaPoWriMo- I shall probably be updating it with 1 or 2 more.
I you can guess what it's based on- I will be so, so happy!
Second
Hatred's timelessness' giver, and not a million seconds,
Dull as rising petals, impoverish hatred.
We lose a second apart, save it on weeds
and beer, and not on the underground in winter or a rocky mountain.
For a single hour we punch; my skin
Like rubbish in the sky; the Beggar darkness
Keeping your torso grey. Timelessness speeds up, for somewhere else
We are homeless, getting hit by the daytime
So all things bright will start this opaque second,
All coals hide their darkness from the donor's dryness.
Set down by the banknote at your toe,
every empty stage and dirty floor omit you more, invisible than
Somewhere else. Yesterday.Timelessness loves hatred, doesn't want it rich
But hatred spins straw, straw, straw from gold.
I you can guess what it's based on- I will be so, so happy!
Second
Hatred's timelessness' giver, and not a million seconds,
Dull as rising petals, impoverish hatred.
We lose a second apart, save it on weeds
and beer, and not on the underground in winter or a rocky mountain.
For a single hour we punch; my skin
Like rubbish in the sky; the Beggar darkness
Keeping your torso grey. Timelessness speeds up, for somewhere else
We are homeless, getting hit by the daytime
So all things bright will start this opaque second,
All coals hide their darkness from the donor's dryness.
Set down by the banknote at your toe,
every empty stage and dirty floor omit you more, invisible than
Somewhere else. Yesterday.Timelessness loves hatred, doesn't want it rich
But hatred spins straw, straw, straw from gold.
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