~open~ - Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun
Just like a top that spins
my head's a swirl in thought,
All intentions lean toward needing
what I haven't got...
My horizon too starkly parted
where land and sky won't meet,
Onto dusk as dawn's retreating
the sun's shine rays deplete.
So covet darkness in the heart
where nothing else can grow,
Blind oneself from seeing truth
and any hurt that shows.
Deafen ears to songs unsung
played back in idle time,
Reaching out, grasp empty space
as nothing suits just fine.
Where lies hope in darkest hours
when no light ventures in,
Pray the sun will light tomorrow
and warm this heart again.
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