June 25, 2016

Captive


Solitude of night
cloaks shroud living time of light
Standing in stillness


Shouting words, a thousand days held to my head like a loaded gun - what cost?
No minutes left and suddenly you’re into my fabric of time
Tears wash the hours into loss



Black is the color
Midnight black shield of armor
Vanishes to night







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