The eyeless visionaries with dreams to disseminate
When malice grips the heart it becomes a dark horse
Sight becomes marred as the dirt kicks up
Steam will exit the equine
Short bursts of passion spurring forward
Until the marrow too runs dry
When the sweet delight of high raised cheekbones
Turn to dust and whisper in the wind
Lightly caressing the absence of a smile
Tears fall on invisible fingertips
Guiding them away to clear up the kaleidoscope
Fragmented and hurt
Experiences and memories
Clarity and hope fettered
Praying for a key to the back of our minds
Bring us back to the stable
©️ The Sad Owl
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The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
I like the ending, is the feeling of coming full circle.
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Going into it, it wasn’t my intention but it kind of just did it naturally itself. I love writing and coming to the point where the next line you write is the last without you ever knowing it was going to be. Kind of eerily similar to life.
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