COLD DARK CIRCLE

Forbidden to be seen
Hiding inside the edge of shadows
Forgotten whispers  .  .  .  .
hint at existence 

Born without eyes
to not be blinded by the world
of  .  .  .  .
simple dreams  



A bright and sunny day 
soft and pure glistening rain
washing gently  and complete 
with a bold rainbow filling the horizon 



Or maybe  .  .  .  .
  The sounds of a gentle surf
crashing on sands the foam whipping over polished shells
aroma of salt and seaweed in every breath
while seagulls squawk in the near distance 



Or just the simple silence of  .  .  .  .
A busy butterfly filled meadow over run with flowers
a gentile kaleidoscope of movement
as they flutter about 



Instead they arrive  .  .  .  .
feeding on light        They swallow it whole
Dark instability
the ultimate goal  



Unraveling the tapestry of mind 
the prey  
can be  
Found  



Hiding behind  .  .  .  .
a wall of whisky
and falling over the bottles 
Weak  .  . from the strain  
sip it down and  .  . justify the PAIN 



Sun setting
early today
Reliving cold and lonely moments  .  .  .  .  .  .



A howling blizzard of unforgiving memories
nauseating dark and freezing
The epicenter        perpetuating 
The winter of LIFE 
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Wash your wounds in the ocean
warm your soul in the sun
rinse your sadness with rain
Lay your body in the meadow
to fertilize the flowers
with its decay  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  AND SMILE