Empty Season
Dead or dreaming,
Angels screaming,
Headlights beaming,
I see the light.
Maybe I discorporate,
Maybe I hide inside,
Maybe I haunt my inner child,
I see the fight.
Another hidden meaning,
Another nightmare bleeding,
Another empty season,
I see no reason.
All the strife and seething,
All the guarded feelings,
I think I have a feeling,
I see the light?
Copyright © Joe Fisher | Year Posted 2021
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