Shadows
Paint me in shades of black
And gray
Inch over my being
Flood over my skin
Stamp out sparks --
Flirt with the
Curse
Of hope;
Dissolve my blood
Into mirages of
Heat, warmth,
Of the real.
Shadows
Chill my bones --
Cold to the touch.
My hands shudder
Pale and gray
As the light seeps --
Away.
(We gape in awe
At that which we cannot see
Or understand.)
Shadows
Paint us all
In shades of black
And gray:
The new moon rises
(As numbness consumes.)
YOU ARE READING
The Second Time
Poetry☾ This is a book of drafts of dorky, hopeless poems, poem-ish works, and rants that usually make no sense whatsoever. I hope you enjoy reading them just as much as I enjoy writing them. ☽ Copyright © 2015 by something1d, all rights reserved. Poetry...
