Each Way Endlessly


Retreating ever backwards from the whisper of the breeze,
Does encroach a blindness - a darkness in the trees.
Amnesiacs moan ragged underneath a setting sun,
Love's a die still spinning - work that's never done.

Nuance each way endlessly,
Into the nights long reach,
Will beg death for her lessons,
'Till she agrees to teach.

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 30th, 2020 23:11
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  • L. B. Mek

    liked the poetic elements and flow but this got real dark - real quick, took me by surprise,
    a quirky write with lots of character and although a little bleak - intriguingly insightful

  • Quemis

    Thank you. Was pretty drunk and depressed last night when i wrote this. I feel stupid, but it came out ok.


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