Wooden Boxes – Unhinged Poem

Stages unemotionally lost upon the foray of deception,

as we sway back and forth,

while the sun dries away,

a landscape of dreams,

in an unparalleled darkness,

sewn,

sown,

slipping in,

making out,

listen to the noise it makes,

watch it go in and out,

a system in failure,

a dream without sleep,

my moments lost in another’s eyes,

an ending,

my grave,

not dig deep…

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