Empty

by silver cloud   Feb 26, 2021


enough said
too cold to tolerate
numb on the edge
blade sharp ledge
let me go , before
the sunset
two twenty too at the end
numbers on my bed
you can leave now
but your past will be kept
under arrest
sun will rise
but this time for west
regrets are the form
for this quest
I tried my best

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