surrender slim survivor

jumping cross this awkward earth

i emerged from photographs

analog and full of depth

but not enough to resurrect

the sixty thoughts and effigies

that brought me here initially

with details of the proof unseen

and fluid sounds that shut me down

i look back with fascination

on my mind that's wondering

how i've come this far

and if tomorrow will be grayer

than it's been before

but i'm afraid the fringe is back

to sting me with it's soft remembrance

suspicion all the while lurking

underneath the white moonlight

posing as the darkness in the quiet night

and every night that i go out

its the same mistakes

that lead me down to

all the unexpected consequences

renamed as small font crimes

following the great disorder

that makes them all alright in time

paragraphs of paradigms

rewritten and revised

complicated by the pretext

that i cannot define

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