Nov 2014
the sun reaches down into my corner that I am hiding in
ruined as senseless can be trembling cold yet feeling warmth of
Light, hiding in the corner, not yet fully seeing
the brightness the sun is offering. A fire is burning yet it pales
to the dark, I am used to. My vision needs re-igniting into life and hope and dreams so long dark, here. The clouds always gathering a shadow into my being from long lost souls, grey seems the brightest part of time ticking,
pastels and ochres blues cram inside my tendons live a life so intimate from dread and where I see Love gone with damning habit. Into the dawn of dark I dared to tread. Left all good: spite and doubt became my bed. My head lies on bedrock my back aches.My companion is constant. In this dark head. Yet, the sun reaches.
ruined as senseless can be trembling cold yet feeling warmth of
Light, hiding in the corner, not yet fully seeing
the brightness the sun is offering. A fire is burning yet it pales
to the dark, I am used to. My vision needs re-igniting into life and hope and dreams so long dark, here. The clouds always gathering a shadow into my being from long lost souls, grey seems the brightest part of time ticking,
pastels and ochres blues cram inside my tendons live a life so intimate from dread and where I see Love gone with damning habit. Into the dawn of dark I dared to tread. Left all good: spite and doubt became my bed. My head lies on bedrock my back aches.My companion is constant. In this dark head. Yet, the sun reaches.
