Mystic Colour's Blight
If amber green haze may comfort me now,
in the pit of distress without counsel.
And rampant me strength from this soulless life,
where one is betrothed to bitter lament.
Memories gather dust in closet door,
fears scurry fast on cranium floorboards.
Do not deceive me now in time of need,
despite knowledge that you are but legend.
Hopeless fantasy please grant me this plea,
"Mystic colour's blight bid my fears goodnight."
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2019
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