Why did I leave on a whim?
Strolling out on walking limbs
Nothing but a glimmer of hope
And dancing isotopes
With only scope
For downward slopes
I wish I could get rid of this hatred
And believe in something sacred
The only thing left I have is your image
I wish we were allowed to re-frame this visage
You are my forever wraith
And although I believed and had faith
I never thought
It would join me this late
The days of halcyon
Metallic and dynamic seem
Wrong now
While the silver
Shivers
On the top of the river
Like a five cent piece that glimmers
When touched by daylight
I am in a coma
Looking at the chroma
Of a pufferfish in slumber
As water encumbers
I doze
Without clothes
In the throws
Of each and everything I oppose
And with each action
I leave a fraction
Of myself behind
Words by Tylea (copyright)
16/4/20