Return
The sun rises,
Bloodshot red sky.
Tainted by blossoming bullet holes.
Can I ever return
To the naivety of ignorance?
Whistling and explosives echo in my head.
Fade to black. Again.
The inky night,
Spreads like infection
Over the horizon like whispers,
Tendrils of numbness.
Can you ever return,
From your fragmented slumber?
Don't make me face my demons alone.
Copyright © Autumn Matthews | Year Posted 2015
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