I Know, I Know, I Know

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Try as you might,
It slips through the cracks
The illusion held tight,
Azure falls to black

These highs and lows

In lines I’ve dole,

I’m cross-stitching

My mouth closed

I’m covering up

Yet unload,

The ebony ghost

And his roving storm

In poetic form

Overexposed,

Vulnerable,

I’m a scarecrow

Nearly post and straw

Amidst a field fully crow

Swallowed,

Dissolved,

Nothingness…becomes home

Built on tossed stones

And love note embers

Failures and setbacks

There’s an abyss of loneliness

Try as you might,
It slips through the cracks
The illusion held tight,
Azure falls to black
©2018 loose.leaf.lover

15 thoughts on “I Know, I Know, I Know”

    • I appreciate your response, and don’t take this the wrong way, but the amount of versus how I am feeling is the result of what you see. To me, this is at times a therapeutic release from memories and current events, as well as a continuous expanse of my creativity in a way. There’s not enough time in the day now, but trust me, I used to be crazy active back when all I had was time and reflections. Now, I am happy to see that you are a constant encouraging source as well as sort of a platform for those who’ve just newly arrived, because sometimes people need those rays in reality. So thank you truthfully for responding, I just had to state that because I didn’t want to be misunderstood to why I write.

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