Dis...connect
By SolApathy
Disconnected form the happiness you
once whispered I’d feel
Talking to the shadows
wishing they were real
Today I sat upon the bench at your grave
Begging for you to show me what is left to save
Sun, disinfectant, bringer of life
Burning too bright upon a man that feels no light
I am the shadow in the sun
As I am the shadow in the shade
Feeling so dark, yet I can’t seem to fade
Talking to the shadows
wishing they were real
Today I sat upon the bench at your grave
Begging for you to show me what is left to save
Sun, disinfectant, bringer of life
Burning too bright upon a man that feels no light
I am the shadow in the sun
As I am the shadow in the shade
Feeling so dark, yet I can’t seem to fade
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Copyright 2022 SolApathy
Published on Tuesday, May 24, 2022.
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