Withering Heights
O breast, broke and bruised, hide your hollows
Tho tears will fall, the night will call...
Calling...calling from the shadows
Beam beckons, bent orb, O twisted smile
Ego chipped, firmly gripped, gripped denial...
Falling...falling far amongst the shadows
Woe, withered, worn, wind whimpers
Tragically torn, torn and twisted...
Wallowing...wallowing in the shadows
White light, a new day born, still, I'm sworn
Hiding, hiding from the light...
Swallowed...swallowed by the shadows
This was inspired by my first reading of Walt Whitman
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