Weary Eyes

by Tony   Nov 28, 2018


There is another me that wakes
At night when I close leaden eyes
A me formed from the aches and breaks
And gloaming rain from darkened skies

Skin colored like the ashen ground
With eyes like pools of liquid coal
This tragic man has long since drowned
In pools of blood leaked from his soul

He walks the bleakness of my dreams
Torn open from a thousand wounds
Not slowing from the life he bleeds
Or terrors night has thrown him to

It's strange how both me's long for skies
With setting suns to leaden eyes

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