Between Nothing
My broken shattered dreams abused by sunlit tendrils
Eyes scorn the darkest shadows, as the scurry from sight
Dancing sphericals of almost dreams
Formless words from stagnant lips
and etheral ghosts pull from nights lament
My haunted self returns to torture from within
And solemn peace is ripped from time
I resist but ultimately join
The procrastinator of life
and the imaginer of reality.
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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