Tortured Souls
Drudging at the foot of despondency
I dwell
floating in-between the far and the now
too tired to stand
knowing I'll be knocked back down
kicked and beaten
by my own inner beast
a feast of undue proportion
salted and dried
a fortunate misfortune
nipping at my wounds
bleeding out
failed opportunities
bringing me eternal death
for is that where my love lies in wait
with one foot planted in the darkness
the other eclipsing my moon
trust me when I whisper I want you
like a shadow needs her sun
the wind blowing off the sea
the clouds drifting away
you drifting to me
the sun will set in time
but for now
I let go of the mind
and become free
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