A Shadow Sits
Trick of the light
Figment of my mind
I surmised
Till the night
Lost all fight
Thought my life
Devoid without you
Cried blind
Brain fried
Had no desirett
To come to
But someone saw
Someone knew
Someone came
Pulled me through
Post-ictal
Light circle
I don't think so
Despite my confusion
It was no illusion
That bright light glow
I was remiss
To dismiss
The shadow on the sill
It was never
A spectre of my will
And though
I may never know
Who
Somehow I feel
It was you.
YOU ARE READING
Memory Graveyard
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