Spaced out thoughts

Emptiness seems paler, Within the wind and the movements, Echoes begin to creep in, Without a beat, beyond the warnings, The effervescence that once fueled my tools now sears my lungs, Collecting old shadows I left to rest from once upon a time, Colors are only a delicacy for monsters, And the taints in my spine are drained by dementors, Fallen for the light that seeps through the wooden blinds, Convinced, maybe this time! It’s only right, The stars can be kind, At times the sky speaks in tears, While the storm strikes the pillars of my heart with fears, Visions creating instruments out of casualties in my storms, I wonder sometimes, how much combat is left in my bones, Resist to insist for joy, Yet every step feels like a bridge I destroy, I’ve shown my skin and strengthened my pride, My words have lost their loom through the valley of my tribe, One day I hope I doze off and find some ease, For I know, no limbs of mine can do what love can please.