Ragged

Wandering in the ragged shadows of those hollow years
As though all the world was only a book to be read
In threads of time woven through in texts and lines
That always led back around to a single multiple of momentary light
Forever expanding into a now so temporary
Yet lasts and lasts
Covering everything so slow and fast
Locked into one long pretense of being
Inventing the same character fragments over and over
Just trying to find belonging in places that were hauntingly
Familiarly strangely known as home yet often rejected not felt
Other figures moved about like ghosts of flesh and blood
When what was thought was not but disappears into
Some wasted motions and energies burned like rites and litanies
Of dust and moonlight sidewalks cracked like concrete capillary streams
Dying for the refuge of chemically induced dreams summoned to recall
'Who is this'
Asking for a promise to be withdrawn
Seeking masses all alone,
Wandering in the ragged shadows



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Written on 2025-07-04 at 02:38

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A poetic outpouring carrying a haunting, poignant tone, weaving threads of existence that feel both fragmented and connected. The imagery: dust and moonlight, cracked sidewalks, and ghosts of flesh and blood; evokes a vivid sense of loneliness and longing. Its rhythm mirrors the ebb and flow of time, with moments fleeting yet enduring, fast yet slow, as if caught in a liminal space of yearning. The refrain of “wandering in the ragged shadows” perfectly encapsulates the restless search for meaning and belonging, even amidst rejection or unfamiliarity. It’s a deeply stirring piece that speaks to the human condition: raw, reflective, and profound.🕊🙏🏻
2025-07-04