Step lightly son
In the paths that others do
Vanish in plain sight
Perch in the darkest corner
With the best view
Where a scream goes nowhere
Arrested at birth
A filter for perfection
Would only hurt your eyes
To walk in daylight
A foot in front of the other
Hides the brutality
Behind the shades
Tethered only being otiose
Or perhaps obtuse
In the presence of nothing
Find more than a shiver
Whispers from your shadow
Remind me to stop posting these.
ReplyDeleteI can't have things on here that people (in the plural sense) actually like reading.
LOL. I'll do no such thing.
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