The blurred lines of me
27 July 2015
A glorious sun
Wakes to another day’s warmth
As eyes witness light
Noon fits my footsteps
With precise specks of shadow
That spell tales of none
Afternoon splits me
Crooked body speaks of tear
Between the two realms
Night brings its unrest
As shadows cover the Earth
Hooded beings walk
A gnawing fear pulls
At the strings of crimson dome
Morrows may not rise
It seems time has come
As I watch them slowly fade
The blurred lines of me
The moon stills my heart
From the pain of departure
I will set out firm
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