Faun
1 by 1 the day is gone
Like a faun I turn to run into the thicket of ambiguity
Caught in a tidal-wave of hit & misses
Drunk with longing; drowning in the aftershave
Reaching for a hand to save me
A word of comfort to console me
Soaring through the thunder-storm
With the feeling of gratitude slowly dissipating
Riddled with confusion
Afraid of the reality that I may never become the angel everyone wants me to be
Petrified, I'm only a man
What nameless hand can save me from the sinking sand!?
Copyright © Skyy Allen | Year Posted 2010
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