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I’ve become a shadow cast by hills swallowing sunlight
Sleeping silent, waiting patient, nestled tight.
I burrowed in and built a home of aching fright.
A darkened cave, an appropriate place to spend the night.
I plucked each feather from my skin,
To avoid the coming winds
And slouch bleeding in my nest tucked out of sight.
Yes, it’s true that I prefer this lack of flight.
There was a light that once poured from me,
Bright colors that erupted from my outstretched wings.
But such beauty has been greatly dulled by these
wasted songs and words no one will ever read.
I press my face against my skin
and taste naught but blood again.
I am alive and it is proof heart my still beats.
But my emptiness, a guest that never leaves.
have i ever mentioned that i don’t particularly enjoy using rhyme scheme?
