Thursday, March 22, 2018

AS GOLDEN AS DEAD



All sledging of my thoughts
nip my silence within 
Not that I target the bunch 
of my reflection towards the horizon
But to understand the beat
that climb mountains of imagery 
inside my palpitating heart
and still feel left behind 
in the heat of fire and flesh 
as I turn my head to cemetery

as golden as dead 

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