Morning
No wordsNothing left to really say
only archiving
organizing thoughts
shedding a few tears and mourning
Blinking red-eyed at the sunrise
after a night of hell
I wander
sober
with my shadows behind me
my battles ahead
with the sunrise dancing behind the dark city shadows
I wander
onward
home
Poetry by SecretWords

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Written on 2011-04-14 at 22:05



