"good morning, my ray of sunshine?"
ethereal, ethereal, ethereal
unreal, surreal, make-believe
jigs that never saw
from rams that never erred
for you don't really exist anymore
i will tuck myself to bed
am i pretending? enthralled? i whisper
and as the eyes close, my mouth utters:
"God's task, men prevail.
God's flask, men perish.
God's mask, men love."
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 10:07 PM UTC
i grew diffident as you grew blue
unlike those woebegone children
with expressions crying cries of help
your face stated nothing
mornings and nights went by cryptically
words were replaced by stares
and stares were replaced by dead air
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 6:47 PM UTC