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Waiting for the sun

I left speedily slamming the door though i heard nothing
for I was deafened by her pretentious wallowing, so

I started down the empty, still-grey streets
feet trying to match the pace of my erratic mind

suddenly, with no idea of my whereabouts
I was standing in a park surrounded by woods
the night was blacker than hate, no clouds to pollute

with this toxic cocktail of flexing thoughts and fatigue
I struggle for breath like a Jew on his knees
trying to suck air from a shower's floor

as my pulse slowed and my heart remembered
the tears and heart-smashed disappointment
I sat on the warm, summer's evening grass, and
with my existence so heavy and almost sinking
I looked up, and the sky was already here

it was as if the night had entered through my eyes
dancing through me and settled in the belly of my soul
shadowing any glimmers that may flicker

I sit, grounded, and wait
I watch the night evanesce and the dew grow around me
it's then that Helios greets me with solace, while
my soul empties its darkened guts on the grass

we were now both hungry, so decided to go home
Written by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
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