Fading to a shadow, husk of the man I used to be
the swirling blackness inside me came to agree,
your words are the cold gust I flutter in,
struggling towards you, like a banner for sin –
torn by promises and pleas… Not enough, not free.
Forgotten by love, I’m oarless floating on the sea.
A shadow dissolves into the darkest night
if it forgets that there were warmth and light…
I’d breathe but the leaden black on my chest,
adds the weight of your memory to my breast.
Midnight’s coming, and I know I’m flawed.
Storm’s coming and I’m the lightning rod
Inspired by “Gravity” by Danny Pool; Picture by Lallian Valte
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