Dying Pinpricks
Wisps of smoke
Still linger
Where embers are buried
Under ash
Shadows of what was
And what could come again
Move in the corner
Of your eyes
Sighing light
Of stars long dead
Fill the air with
Brightness
Thought destroyed
It moves silently
Swiftly and quickly
Growing in power
Feeling trapped in a
Cage of your making
In an unwanted future
You stuck yourself in
The panick sets in
Sticky and dark
it grabs you
Only dying pinpricks can save you
poem by Autumn Winds
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