Morningscape

Ragged agony imbued

Through every mornings hue

A paper cutout, now dashed and broken

Memories implied but never spoken

 

Spirits rise anew, nameless and few

For emptiness to look back and remind me of you

Please, allay by falling amber skies

Waiting to be defied, by a toxic moonrise

 

Web-cracked hope and shattered faith

Tracing fingers where you used to be

Smiling knives flash in the night

As you recede away from me

 

Pander to dying dreams

A tragedy played in frames

To die in stilted snapshots

In this we are all the same


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