Wilting Sunlight and a Daisy Once White
Tell me, tell me, the little voice hisses –
Your deepest secret; your childish delight.
Of buried schemes and dreams it whispers.
Why do you darken my world and line it in creases;
Crushed in the clasp of your blinding city lights?
Tell me, tell me, the little voice hisses.
When you’re drowning, staggering, it reaches
Out – of castles hidden beneath the tapestry of night,
Of buried schemes and dreams, it whispers.
In a saccharine world layered with lies and kisses,
Why are you so mindless to your plight?
Tell me, tell me, the little voice hisses.
Sure as the sun sets, a daisy must wither;
Silently – creeping has the day come for your rite –
Of buried schemes and dreams it whispers.
In your mind, defying Time, a little boy lingers;
Of buried schemes and dreams he whispers.
Your heart still remembers our world so bright,
So why have you left? The little voice cries.
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