Poetry Writing

september orange

A gasp of sunlight pulls through
the September orange coating the walls,
curling with the winds and rains
of an approaching storm.
The eloquence of your heartbeat
grows stifled and changed,
enumerating your fears,
encapsulating them,
dragging you down.
A moment of grace deflowered by regret.
A breath of tomorrow exhaled by desire,
inhaled by reality.
Em
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