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Hollow Shadows

Where on Earth is the World today?
Friends, you do escape me 

You’ve thoughtfully forgotten the milky sunlight,
            Instead you spend dissonant lingerings off
            where poems come from 

You stand stranded amongst grey still seas,
            Withering away the seamless times that bind
            these wondering wanderers to the suicidal tides 

Your shallow haunted voices shapelessly defacing memories,
            Fabricated, recreated history plagues your rotten wroughts
            with a dirty flame 

You ignite eternal sighs without a light,
            Blindly hiding your eyes from the frozen shadows
            of divided minds 

You gawk at mirrors mocking your appearance,
            Desperately scraping your face, erase, and
            disappear into the silence 

You’re singing silent tri-tone sirens,
            Enticing, inviting, and exciting the tyrants who’ve
            fallen solemn on stoned streets of riots 

You flood my pencil tip and drip
                                               drip
                                                     drip
            and R.I.P. these empty pages away