blurred

blurry eyes
don’t focus
like they once did
as the thunder
pounds
behind vacant stares
the world seems
bathed
in mirage

how do you calm
the storm
that seems
predetermined
to rustle
the vagrant stakes
of nonendearing
static
into a pulpit of shame

the light lacerates
the skin
of hopeless wonder
until all that sizzles
on the hot stones
is dead
to unseeing eyes
and darkness
is but a dream

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