Into the Ether of Nothingness
no one calls me by my name anymore
in fact no one ever calls
I look out to you my friend
my ocean of nothingness
and I see
the endless impossibilities
that will never happen
eventho I think they will
I will my might to the painted moon
worming her way into my night
and I hold her if just for a fleeting second
her warmth means everything
even if it's not real
I feel, I know I do
even if it's your blood on my hands
my missteps,
mistakes
misfortune of missing out
your rainbow'd gold
or silver or red
your precious stead
but truth be dead
as life
untold in the waves of day
we hold no answers
until our final rite
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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