Sunday, 12 July 2015

Communication 23


the black eye

An obese plodding shadow
far from perfect yet so remarkable,
I’ve tied my tongue in knots
trying to describe the black eye,
it’s hidden in the dark

I can’t pretend I know the workings
of a wild mind, unleashing the untamed,
desire’s left me pining the pursuit,
each mile’s made me wary

many a time have I forgotten
what this world means to me,
standing face to face with apathy
time’s an indulgence when you’re free 

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