i seek you
having faith that i'll find you
whoever you are, the echo travels toward me
a firework beacon that shatters the clouds
a cry for help and something else
but the daylight obscures you - is that what i'm missing?
a colorless contrast to set you against?
i'm trying to figure this out
paralytic particles
have crept beneath my skin
i'm fixed in this spot, awaiting uncertain
and somewhere there are footsteps
as i stare in a silver pool
rippling distorted, an ugly image
with eyes that seem so sad
i ought to go...
i shouldn't stay...
but a form is drawing nearer
and a shape is growing clearer
and i still don't understand
why i'm waiting when i'm found
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phantom frailties
Poetrythe darker side of something else, that needs to be expressed.