Light Source
By mark_yelland-brown
Thu, 15 Apr 2021
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This dead rose is raining rank petals over damp earth and I’m still here
Shady figures gather in the corner of my one good eye and all is apparently closing in
Light source
This pulse glow creates shadows in the corner of a gloom
She waits and I know she’s waiting
I cling onto the remembered smell of burnt cotton
Until then
Light source is something warm in the place I had a heart
The mind plays games and still we believe
Because we can
Tell me something I haven’t heard
For now I’ll eat with my fingers and wait for another memory to emerge
Light source.
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