The day has gone
by, the calendar has turned,
The clock has
just been born again,
And I still stand
where I took off from,
Shadows chasing
me, silhouettes closing in,
Or is it me
running from the mummies of my past,
I stand drenched
in thought, the turmoil too much to bear,
The earth shakes
beneath me, the wind roars,
The sun lights
up leaving behind ashes,
It’s just a
circle so strong, the pressure building,
The clouds are a
blanket patronizing the void,
I’m in the eye
of the whirlwind, willing to take off,
Thoughts going
one way, dreams the other,
Pushing through
the haze, hurtling through the fog,
The silver
lining is all I want as the clock holds still,
It’s an endless
search for the hole in the clouds,
It’s an infinite
pursuit for daylight.
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Thank you Ma'am :)
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Hope, the thing with feathers indeed.
ReplyDeleteVery well said Brendan..!!
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