Unpublished pieces

Thinking to myself,
my electric razor unexplored.
honest introspection.
Ignored by destiny
and denied conclusion.

I long to say,
when I'm free to say,
to those with ears to hear
sunset does not matter.
Sunset won't appear
no matter how far off
I've planned for it to arrive.

Blushing smiles reflect
a reset mind that
the mellowing of age.

One day acknowledged
as if it were another.
Each day a blurring
of nodding heads in
kaleidoscope resentments.

Sunset hints at its' coming.
Shadows filtered
by bludgeoned space.

I am afraid.
I am afraid.
I am afraid.

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