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No Company
There's a hole where light once stood
Where adventure nodded
and applauded my neglect of apathy
Where I was happy or at least delusional
but that ship has sailed
it's just the hole and I,
It keeps me at night
so as to tell me magnificent lies
then throws it's arm like a wrecking ball
draped across my shoulders
but the weight is all I can remember.
It dismembers me and what you see now is a shadow
casting a reflection of flesh
with no dreams.
A Poet's Poet
writing a poet's poem. We fall into your imagery, your journey, and just sail. - slc