When he is feeling dark The ache flows through his veins Propelling razors to his centre core Sees the wreckage from where he stands Closing his eyes Falling back He loses himself Fragments of what has broken Fade into the horizon Remnants are within the greyest of clouds. He wants to go back. To a time when the sun used to shine Feel it on his skin The warmth The tingle Instead, he exists in a place of no return. Reminiscent Walking a tightrope Without a safety net Considering the fall On the verge of welcoming it Each day is a battle. Wounds are deep-rooted beneath the surface of his body. Well hidden, behind the illusions of perseverance. Every day is a battle, He is alone. The light does not shine for him, When he is feeling dark A facade of shimmer and whimsy appear. Nevertheless, he still perishing within.
The End
— Leo Ferreira
Wednesday 27th May 2020 19:59
Photo by Megan Pixel
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