Gloaming – Allistrums March

Times might get really bad now
colours blurring to black
lights fading out
the mind melting to rivers
losing myself in thoughts
flowing state
rooms expanding too wide
or shrinking too small
eyes wandering aimlessly
forgetting what makes no sense
or what is possibly real
pointing at tendencies
tired heart
heavy body
hard to be
hard to sing
whispering old stories
waving dreams goodbye
missing home
losing connections
aching for room to breathe
failing to hear the silence within
or to understand meaning
emotions flowing wild
still quiet, though
still trusting
the moon is watching
and the trees
and I am
I am watching out for myself.



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