A Weathered Structure – Twisted Prose

whispering in the darkness is a voice that’s not mine,

splashing in the blueness of a sea within my mind,

a voice unlike an angel singing of divinity,

thumping beats from the heart forces colourless liquid throughout me,

a deception in my eyes,

truth within my lies,

for I am a silent victim,

and in the darkness I cry,

green eyes seeping tears,

a wetness beneath me,

my sadness set free,

filling the plenty that is not me,

watch the darkness cut open by the light,

shed your skin and live for life’s delights,

wish for sun covered surfaces,

fir tomorrow it is summer,

but today it is rain…


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