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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