In the morn- deceit, deceiving,
A hushed sky mixed
Peacefully with the husky
Laugh of a traveling wind.
A shrewd storm, (that it was)
Sneaking in on padded toes
Silently shepherding the sun
Into its’ thievery den
Of smoking grays
And bruised horizon
A whisper, all it gave away
Before the crashing
Crushing blow of
Wasted Lies.
now it is-
Into the depths
Into the night
a cavernous hole,
gaping. (Everlasting,
it was suppose to be?)
a promise shrivels,
unprotected in the wild
throws of a violent rain
it is left alone, to die.
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Submission Name: Coming rain
