Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Lately

The shadow is on me,
weighing on my lids
blank stares, iris cold
limbs emaciated and dead

I crave nothing but
further emptiness,
walking empty shell
sad lonely husk

Overcast covers dreaded smiles
of golden sunlight,
bitter winds know best
how to keep my stride

I lie damned, sinking
deeper into black water
feet still not touching the bottom
with little hopes of getting back to the top 

© Antonio Beardall

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