The long minutes before sundown
When the sun is still blaring in the west
But I know that it's scheduled elsewhere
I watch, silently, as the light from the shadow on my bare leg
Slowly cascades darkness
Inch by inch, the light passes
Halfway through, a wet trail races down my face
Baby hairs glow in the dark as light reflects on them
Almost begging for the warmth to remain
The damage is almost done
I stare at the last bit of light left
It taunts as if it'll stay around...
The dark engulfs me.
I close my eyes as the last shred of light burns the back of my lids.
The profound reality of distance.
Distance that may never be restored.
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Poetry
PoetryIsn't my title just so creative?! These are some of my pieces. There's not really a genre or a format to any and all of my poetry. The whole anthology is pretty unorganized and chaotic - kind of like my head haha - so please bear with me. Delve insi...
