On a cold dark day
clouds lower their weight, white and supremely dense
the stuff of dreams heavy on shoulders
burdened and borderline broken
hairline fractured
and un-mistakenly spoken
words of silence through glances stolen
come angels in disguise, in name only
if fate would seem so dark a scene
that she’d look away
worlds would weep forgetting the future
only gray remains,
like wood piles and oil stains
searching the forest in vain
for a single pine needle
Her eyes, her eyes
small solace it seems
to burn so bright at night for me
and fade away, each morning each day
like a firefly deprived a mate
a wraith of disease
of hope and all those silly things
"Save me" too easy
no saving, no salvation
turned her back on mountains
for life under the sea
for fear and loss and insecurity
for ignorance disguised as bliss
for life inside the darkest pit
"lift your fingers to mine" she said
she said
such things
lullabies wrapped in
thinly veiled lies
yet so comforting
each little line can be
words the opiate of mystery
drugged up
we’ll follow along blindly
waiting for her again
for her
we’d wait eternally
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Submission Name: Opiate of Mystery
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