Lone he stands afar in lands
Cast murkey by the sun
O'ercast skies beheld by eyes;
Clouds mottled gray and dun
The edges fade 'way as I gaze
Upon his upturned face
Each swinging blade
Each waving branch
Each ray of blocked sun
Serves to chase away each trace
Of thoughts my mind has don
Attention turned down unto the ground
Roving for what I know not
For 'tis my woe to garner so
That gaze which with darkness wrought
My mind's voice grovels out of sight
The passing moments are my blight
Each minute
Each hour
Each passed day
Wanes 'way my might likewise the light
Which nay to me come and goeth aught
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
