Jaded Shadows
Oh lonely mist creep through this window and blanket this heart
your expanding presence nurtures these wounds.
Isolate this dignity while releasing these inner inhibitions.
Lonely mist... these wounds are too deep this blood tainted black;
cover this image seeing nothing but your palm print
you are solace from the jungle beneath these feet,
worshiping your suffocating light and dreary humor
the moon has risen to guide this path.
Mark Taylor/Contest:Through The Mist/8-21-2014
Copyright © Mark Taylor | Year Posted 2014
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