In shadows they live On the other side of sunshine In the corner of the eye Just this side of vision Insanity on the cusp of reality Truth in duality of time
In echoes they speak Mumbles behind everything Calling out a name Underneath the traffic noise Whispering in words a thought can hear Irradicating silence
In the very air they hang A change in scent in the air The stink of someone else's memory A grating plea for a void of exsistnce To the keeper of dreams and nightmares As the coin flips, before the call
111714 For He Who Knows Rough night. :/
This poem needs a name. Any and all suggestions are welcome and will be considered. thanks for your consideration :)
Thank you for all your suggestions both in comments and messages. I chose to merge two. Thank you R and J. Thanks to all who participated and helped name my piece. :) Love to you all. :)☺☺☺