Darkrose

Darkrose

Thursday, May 4, 2017

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A hammer to my chest,
Knocking feelings from my grasp. 
Words once said can't be returned; 
They flit around like moths in the darkness
Waiting for the tiniest crack of light to swarm. 
How to move when you can't see,
Feeling blindly in the black,
For a way, a hand hold.