Wednesday, 26 October 2016


I am the blackened thunder

The white strips on your back

The pushing and the pulling

The voice that makes you crack

Yield the pathways covered

Dripping in your poise

Calling out the nothing

Silent is the noise

Brushed to the edge

Salted open wounds

Air falls deeper now

Distant are those tunes

Gathering up

Bewildered thoughts

Shadows follow

Grounds that haunt

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