Long Shadows
The eyes of yesterday
cry in silence behind broken glasses
where perception is scattered
like dust swept away
So as not to distort the memories
of a tempestuous fool
trapped in a whirlwind of lost judgment
in a drunken playground of self-indulgence
painting a loftier picture of lies
which slipped through life's fingers
like mercury
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