Just a shadow, bleak..


how cold the lies
all scattered around
scarring the lives..

I try to grasp
a few handfuls
of the solid surfaces;

the glass breaks
few tears roll down
a weak sob’s heard..

the eyes fixed there
upon dark
can see nothing
can’t find anything

heads raised high
spirits … perhaps lost
the sun doesn’t bother

cliche’ views
wasted lives
thirsty souls
it’s not the water

the fear clings
slippery brinks
I can’t admit dark

swallow the truth
silence’ll prevail
wolves won’t cry

words seem
tired …. lost
feelings sinking away

the solid courage
soaring high
perhaps…fearing ground

And I aint here
it’s not me
just a shadow, bleak.

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I believe that it's the ordinary that is so distinguished. I am only an amateur who sees the mundane with a twist. Goes around putting titles on self-perceived moments as life goes on by...