I can't see through this shade that I've drawn,
The lights all burnt out,
My eyes cried out raw.
But the veil must unfold,
From these stories I've told,
And the sun will still rise at dawn.
I can't breathe through this water,
This rising of tides,
The scent in the air of the salt in my eyes.
And as the waves crash they deafen the sounds
Of laughter and heartbeats as darkness surrounds,
And the dawn comes much too soon.
Author notes
an oldie, revisited and revised.
Comments
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i usually dislike rhyme, but you do it very well.
i liked this.
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