Jagged Horizon
I can not say the way I feel
Too unraveled, too unreal
I seem a range
Of contorted and strange
Jagged, the horizon lies
Untying the stars and skies
Moon and sun, between them keep
Heavy hours of uncaught sleep
Madness moves in lacy gray
Where coy slumber declines to stay
Mumbled noises seek amends
As the feathered weight descends
3/23/22
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2022
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