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Beautiful Words

Words on a blackboard

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Looking for my words behind a silenced world
Groping for my sight in the darkest place of my own mind
Dreaming of lost times hidden in every cell of my inside
Weaving an impossible story imprinted in my fugitive folly
Grabbing the sun that breaks the letters on my page
Wiping disappointments after a cold rain
Waiting, hoping until the nothingness clogged me.

Writing wishes on the clouds
Palming days that were the object of my raves
Putting the night on my shoulders to ease an imaginary burden
Gossiping you with the angels and complaining of your misbehavior
Trying to invade your stillness with a broken halloo
Whispering a song for the air to dance along
Troubling, exhausting myself with your image as my hell.

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By kingsboro2008

I'm a part-time writer, full time father and programmer. I am still working on City of Zombies but the reality is it is a city of monsters. I try to post weekly but many times I get held up by life and work as an artist.

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