The Void
The void between me and life
is a smile buried in deserts.
i have tasted the wind
hushing to its truth.
As I look into the cemetery of time,
Distance blinds itself away from my sensation.
I search for my psyche in hurricanes,
Where teardrops fall with rain
And for the first time In ages
clouds gather to harvest my sweat behind every wail I veiled.
Storms do not forget to leave their marks around my body.
If only my palms knew how to
crush a stone earlier before now
Sounds of air would have merry with me
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