PALE FLESH
We are but pale flesh thin as paper
our lives are not our own
we walk from each moment
to the next, a reflection of times long lost
visions yet to form
a pale vestige
of hollow eyes, distant
souls were are but remains
of mortal thoughts
pale flesh on distant shores
lost as the sea rolls
we are but pale flesh
upon a distant realms
stretching far and away.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2024
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