Blankness Dreamed

by The Death

The dusty break of dawn inclines sun rays
toward each lifeless nook in this dull house
where only silence drifts across the air
to mock at dreams I lost along the drag
of life – too young to apprehend its tricks.

The freshness of this light surrounds my soul
and pulls it within whirlpool of bleak thoughts,
inside which stillness suffocates the sense
to feel what golden glow around may bring;
for changing shadows’ play reminds me of
the time I spent in reveling across a world
not fated to explore the land of truth.

It's odd how hopes so false leave fast, just as
they come – like waves that fondle lonely shore
for seconds...then abandon it to grieve
for loss of touch not meant to favor some
relief but constant pain that never ends…
by stealing visions drawn across grey sand.

When nothing’s left, regrets resound a tune;
unheard before, it haunts my sullen heart
until the day surrenders flames against
familiar darkness, calling me to fall
along the lap of night whose lullaby
will steal all obscure views, for when I sleep,
I slip into a realm of blankness dreamed...

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Blankness Dreamed

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