Abandoned
the barren light flickers
for the last time, sealing fate
what thought was meant to be
as I was set out, simply free
free to roam
a solitary heretic in atrophy
living where roads
bleed upon the horizon
rubbed against ruins, in exile
exhuming me
I'll take the long way, love
trailing darkened paths
trudging past, weakness
spilt as strangers pass
through wayward nights
holding steady with the light
for even the pain, never lasts
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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