I Am Deadlight
Stranded on a stoney shore
Lift my head to gaze upon a beach of humanity
All half in the ocean as we grasp upon the grit
No grip or girth or strength
To pull us safetly from the curdled sea
Suspects of our own demise
Loneliness seems to toy with me in pleasures throes
I am deadlight killed in sunlights scorn
Feelings wither in desolation
and the rot now salts the earth
Pain ebbs in darkness
The source within that no surgeons hands can restore or remedy
If the tears that drown myself
are pity for me or just our mutual futile cause
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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