My Dead Language

Wounded by a restless nature

Wounded by a restless nature
And the beauty that lies within it
Only time can burn at both ends
Days that don’t ever keep
Like secrets that permeate
They melt, they begin to sleep
Shame on those kind ways of learning
And the loneliness
That brings them to their knees
Everything looks better in half light
Until it disappears
Until it is hidden
Enveloped by the night

By JBW

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