Shadow comings

RiverJordan

unconsciously pungent

 

sunless inwardly,

 

tired out; desolate and eerie,

 

I, who is he ; reigns in the past, presently. supreme

 

darkness during light hours, shadow clasps the body.

 

here here; fiendishly feed the frantic, hungry, self-afflicted disease,

 

pain is misgiven,

 

yet, you are as the sender for which receives.

 

shadow being.







  • Author: Zapatron (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 29th, 2020 16:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • orchidee

    We're all rather standing on our heads now, as you seem to be doing all time - in your pic! lol.



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