Wandering the stalest path  
of my inner mind..  
Cold wind rasps stormy tides  
and I still feel you,  
so fingertip soft  
against my skull..  

Mayhap the mayhem  
has been installed..  
(I slept too long)  
Beneath sooted lashes,  
frozen sticky from you..  
I beckon this breach..  
this insanity  
in purloined view,  
see myself  
through your eyes..  
and get knocked back  
from your spite.  
This virginal shell,  
veined in short crosses..  
bonds the linked suffrage.  
When over~broken  
by sentences so short,  
I could fall from the edge  
If you care  
to invite me  
Momentum lies heavy  
as I blind-grasp for grace.  
heavy on your time?  
I've run out of space..  
space to search freely  
on my sentiments of you,  
the will to creep silent  
into raw interlude..  
But I do.  
I run.  
run from you, from outside,  
on soft wings of thought,  
and return to the sanctum  
of My mind, My eyes.  
At safety,.. I sigh..  
and flounder for inside.  
Written by darksighs
Published | Edited 20th Jul 2015
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