Short Scrapyard Poems

Blue cold awakening
in tears 
of darkness
falling
within the eyes

Inner vision 
clouds the sky
unheard words
spoken within
the soul

In the scrapyard
of the mind
sitting on the tip
silent whispers
on the tongue within

In deep waters
I remain silent
its not me
you
are tainted

I leave 
as I walk
a different path
out from 
the darkness

Heading towards 
a rainbow
this ain't love
cruel abuse
of the word
in light
of truth...

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