A thousand fallen tears have passed
somewhere between here and now
the fool stands with the quarters
but I'm beaten to the ground
undone
in a glazed after thought
stupidity hides disguised
or maybe it's a blessing
that scatters pieces of who
I was
Chasing the idea
which has no end
'round and 'round
on a pedal stool
it began.
Sorrow less, unfeeling
only hungry for the shadows
but they're lurking in my bed
coiled under my sheets-
-denying me...undoing
all that I had left
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Submission Name: fool
