Wednesday 26 October 2016

Collide





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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