The Mourning
Sun tendrils snake and breath emissions break and echo
invading the new born morn
Staring through closed eyes the shadow sun
burned upon the brain
Thoughts collecting mid pause
taste the mist upon my skin
Those death hours
were stillness awaits its demise
and being alone feels like a lie
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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