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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