wrestle with the darkness like its your greatest enemy
hang its harrowing unease upon the gallows
it'll take some lumberjack to carve through it
take me away, to a place where the pond sits still
eternally, rippling here and there like a nervous boy
recently, you've been my anchor, my light, my guide
only i've been deafened, as the sirens released my truest desires
separating the truth from fantasy, but this recollection, distinguishing
eons of thoughts from the knowledge of now, is unbearable at times
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
