I am the difference

I am the difference
between here
and what might be

the voice of stale night
rumbling into goodbye
before a full moon

we are dead trees talking
wind rustling things
that mark the passing

damn if I can be sure
is it a wave or a particle
or just a total volatility

darkness talk woods
running from small men
losing humanity

there are times
when even the passing
holds no say



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-01-13 at 22:53

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Ivan R
Interesting
2017-01-18


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Hmm ... this one was an easy read compared to your other works. Liked the way you linked different images, creating a unity till the end.
2017-01-14