Pale

On horizons rim, color is in-between emblazon upon the images stark deep as optic nerves crack crooked is the hand, hard n deep red running, still rain falling in disregard standing in the aftermath still not understanding as I linger in-between what is seen unknown and emblazon upon the moment inscribed in my memory, my mind in regards to the light, lingering, something drifting in and out of sight, as the rain is still falling in silent disregard as my flesh n bone, fail… A figured shadow on stone I wonder cold alone… Pale