Reflections
And I look at the abyssThat is you
That is me
That's between the sunset
The sun, and the sea
Between what it is
And the image before me
And the many demons
That float beneath
The turgid waves
That trap the heat
And I look to you
As you look to me
What I've become
And what you let me see
As curtains drawn
And real's foul
And echoes of loneliness
Beneath jet black cowl
Keep pulling beneath
The angry waves
Forbidding what's sweet
And all that saves
Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-01-30 at 20:36
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