Tag: poem

quiet corner the nothingness inspires

waking after the livid dream the world cold and still

trade cold limbs for a night of sleep

bodies in the mud squirming with ecstasy

after dark the struggle to dream is real

damp earth faces filled with uncertainty

the mid autumn sun sinks into the mud

stage lights aren’t we all just shadows to eyes

the long strides of a shadow in the morning rain

eagle rips the grey to ribbons autumn noon