DAY LONG

It’s a phase of forgotten.

An answer that never

started with a question.

 

Eyes are the pools

of the lost and found,

the abyss of hate

and the shallowness

of love.

 

Words start the day

igniting attitudes with fire.

Where thoughts were once

idle now strike hard

with metal drive.

 

Songs drift on waves

of intent.

 

The purpose of day

succeeds itself.

 

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