scribbling dreamwhispers

my poisoned quill
can find nothing but
sorrowful snatches
of insipid verse
the words dipped in
the darkest depression
as i seek out
silver longings behind
every cloud raining
my own insignificance
in oil stained puddles
that leech the color
from ashen horizons

it is easy to lose myself
in the whorls of eternity
a nothing screaming mutely
seeking solace in the salt
that crusts weathered cheeks
a demon with wings of flame
stealing halos in futility
searching for the keys
to a paradise that was lost
beneath the waves of time

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