It is true the way I have been described so many a time. Where are my greys.
today took me and threw my own to the sky
today shook me and grew beside yesterdays sigh
today hooked me and swung my jacket to the ground
today spooked me and rung my neck to winds sound
heaped up in a pile of lost and found
stripped , pieces were found and lost
ropes and and hair 2 days are bound
become a shadow in tomorrows frost
today do me
Away
is it?
who am I, Really?
- No-nosense
- say it how it is, show it as i see, feel it through me, be a realist carried by the whispers of a scream in my sleep, the screams that pave my way to dreams.
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