Blue skies
Through half open eyes,
Squinting from the glare of the sun.
An old friend appears in the distance.
I cannot be certain which one.
I left them so very long ago.
Their faces,
I can't quite remember.
The reasons I left them are voluminous,
Like the fire and its flickering embers.
Broken dreams.
They're all that I'm left with.
As madness slowly comes to call.
I'm left with no one, with nothing,
But the shadows on the wall.
2 comments:
This is really good.
thank you. like everything else, i hate it. but i just wanted to post it to tell the story of where i got the title of the blog from, and what it means.
i appreciate your kindness.
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