Blackout
dark tremors do take one to unlighted places,
what triggers this loss of our hold on the paces?
cold scared and alone in reality unknown,
yet still footprints i leave in a world of my own
drenched, shaking the chill off from journeys in stoned
waking dreams shatter faces of villains we know
Copyright © Sarah Beringer | Year Posted 2017
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