Forsaken
Night forages my thoughts
and the darkness weeps
shadows skirt the past
and I'm left with
emptiness and silence
the only semblance of life
are
footprints deep inside
I feel your presence
as the knife rips out my tongue
blood no longer drips
but scars
won't fade away
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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