There is a silence to my soul
led on by a brutal loneliness, as though a peach pitted
and left outside to rot
perhaps if dismal dawn is kind,
I shall refuse to be a part of your life,
you haunting me
is like walking in the shadows
and I have had enough.
come break my heart and make it whole again
there are more important things than love
dying in first light,
there are Poets strolling through unvarying flood,
would that there blow a fragrant wind
and declutter the world filled with grief.
There is a peculiar kind of beauty
that can only be experienced when we have risen
from the ashes
like a prayer darting back and forth
when it hears one call out its name,
I have given up despair
muffled the moans of past
with fire raging inside apocalyptic breast,
I have left remnants of woe stranded across the street.
Twilight comes sooner than expected,
and slowly the view changes
becomes a thing of red,
silhouetted against the darkening sky
and usher objective into the hollow.
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