Devoured
‘Devoured’
For I am the representation of the unknown.
I whence at the thought of human touch and flee at first glance.
I fly away in solitude and caw in the name of darkness.
For I am the madness in a poets line and the chaos that brings chills down your spine.
A lunatics binge is greener past the fringe as the laughter echoes past the grassy knoll and the white rabbit effect takes its toll.
Falling in-through a hole-in-one, a single gesture lands you on the dark side of the sun.
You wake in the middle of glide and all you wanna do is do is confide.
The hands of the traveler comforts all who follow.
Especially the ones who connect and wallow.
For I am dark, a winged messenger—swallowed
Copyright © Robert Young | Year Posted 2019
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