Outside the station, 3pm by keith daniels

May 2020

That curse,
your singing lathe of words
astounds all as you stand.

The light,
that graying, fading sight
betrays all you command.

A couplet in disguise. ***-fueled imaginary memory.

#rhyme #love #memory #sad #breakup #confusion

Written by

keith daniels 28/M/Nova Scotia, Canada

(28/M/Nova Scotia, Canada)

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