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
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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. :)☺☺☺
