Shadowland
Wandering in a pool of shadows
Lost my way a while back
Longing for my treasured meadows
Waves of thickened air
Color my bare skin, black
Wiping my mind clear
Not able to manifest
All hope is bland
Sick and tired of this quest
All curiosity was wrong
This is my Shadowland
Can I really be gone?
Copyright © Audrey Hays | Year Posted 2013
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