Willing the Stars To See Me
I dress in ashes of our love
The fire that burnt so bright
Has engulfed
the man i was
This husk is held together
with ripped shreds of tissued lines
Of promises dead and
buried scattered
in tear swollen eyes
And hope raises a blunted dagger
hiding in my shadows gaze
And the days that haunt the night
and seconds that procreate dead moments
and willing the stars to see me
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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