Friday, October 26, 2012


Slowly slipping
drip drip dripping
he can't hide
behind her spark,

the brightest day
comes out to play
but in his eyes
it's dim and dark.

True to form
creates his storm
surrounds unseen
as others pass,

unknown inside
he's left behind
but it's his way
his only mask.

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