Dusk Unto Dawn - Poem by Blaine Strong
Trembling at dawn, a lonely one to be precise.
When all grass shot brown, thin sheets of ice.
So delicately placed at my grimacing brow, like the asthmatic child gasping for air. I fight for her attention, yet again she's not there.
There would ne'er be a you and I, so my fears fall unsung and ripening to our youth.
Spiraling in no particular way, almost as if I love you was never truth. Our hearts so hungrily sway, constant reminders of joy and gayness.
Evenings cool blue dreadful passion, lessons in weariness and fashion. Seem to be the ultimate equation of the inevitable pain my sole existence.
I'm not obliged to speak on behalf of the others, they feathered away at dusk, seeking refuge with the peacocks and alligator.
Perhaps neglected hearts should dance in the bay, there's no other joy no pain as great.
No peace to find in impatient waiting, longing of dreams and memories pile up like the very heap of sand I'm trodding upon.
Still bleak, still martyring myself for words that only angels interpret. So I shine my eyes to the sun, eternally knowing, battling demons and warlocks alike. Just to glance a striking pose, as if seeded in soil, her memory still glows.
After all the waking discomfort has fallen, grass still grows beneath my silent reckoning.
As if to say, im here to stay. Always!
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