Wednesday, November 3, 2021

The Last Tangle

 I slept my heart into a storm.

And discover my soul torn to cause

as I begged for forgiven

but crickets were all that graced the air

while distant silence deafened the room.



Just like a dream

sleepwalked into

Reality had finally divorced the sun from day

and packed along with my heart

burying my soul while at it.


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