Scrambled Clues
Scrambled Clues…
Night has fallen
The fog settles over the land
Only in closeness
Can you see the faces
The eyes closed, windows against torrid rain
While ideas flash and beat the mind
Helplessly watching
Waiting for the escalator to reach the top
So you may step into daylight
But in daylight
The fog drifts to the water
Always a step ahead
Blinding me to the depths
Through which I am falling
Please someone
Help me
I am losing my mind
And as of yet not certain,
Even faintly aware,
Of when night will fall again
Bringing with it,
The soothing rain of darkness
For my brother Gregory.
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