wounds of empty time
emptiness suffocates
erased spirit
within sadistic walls
where
it makes
no difference anyway
it makes
no difference anywhere
it takes no
distance anywhere
to no
where
where a full moon’s
primal light
floods the mind
with searing rain
with drops of helplessness
with helpless moments
of immutable pain
where rain fills
a private void
where
a lost seeker
stumbles in fog
contemplates savage loss
of light
in time’s bog
in time’s wounds
crushed by
cold rain
wounded light
cold light
wounded rain
cold night
wounded souls
Copyright © njv Tomcatx | Year Posted 2024
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