DARK, BLACK, SHIVERYThe asphalt, dark, black, shivery.
I hide beneath the words of silence,
as I always do when my senses become to intense.
An old lamppost reveals a damp rain.
An empty street, as am I.
Detachment is impossible to terrify.
A tree is getting rid of its leaves, its history.
I see new life, beginnings and an end.
Life is too hard for me to comprehend.
I transcend the pain and vanish into the rain.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2010-10-23 at 01:21
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