Indigo Into Dark
Indigo child came crashing on your dark
perspectives could not have coalesced
less than my essence and your soul,agony
the echo, hollow, whispers pain in solace
Your eyes so tight and small spoke of emptiness
and angst etched in the wrinkles of your face
the end of us was in the pain of our first glance
long suffering and stoic we mingle and remain
aesthetics did not exist for you and I
as countenance from essence does arise
for yours was never pleasing to my eyes
your silence screams that I was not your dream
your eyes small and hollow filled with pain
first glance was all it took to see our end
(c) Katherine Wyatt 2010
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