Saturday, January 25, 2014


Unknown you are to me
How long so you will be
Will you not come over?
What makes you hide
In the darkness of this night
Behind those dusky clouds
Holding a grim shroud.
Building up shadows,
Your envoys, dancing,
Squeeze life out
From the streaming
Red river, turning
It cold blue.
Leaving me zest-less,
Fenced with umbra,
Standing, facing you,
Writhing with pain,
Twisting, tossing,
And agonized,
Lay I.
Bereft of life.

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