Exhausted pens....
blood fused prints
due to dedications
love for the taste of
my skin... My lids
far from friends, they
never meet blind to
the sun's retreat the
moon's indication to
sleep misunderstood
because success has
arrested my ability to
comprehend  

hopeless dreams...
energy shaving
thoughts of my blessing
of expression being
a feeding the world
needs.. until I shackle
the worlds attention
forever is the time my
watch will read  even
if impossible acts as the
platter that shelters what
I intend to feed

Long days and forever nights

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