Leaching Time
The sun sets in more,
on less,
than just the day
As the cataracks of the river
cloud my eyes
and the tears feed the springs
that go dry
I am time that passes you by
Life cuts your wrists
to drain the leeches
as they sigh, always asking
'Why? ', with blood on their lips.
The moon rises
full moon blue
upside down...dark side down
just below the ground
But like the light it gives
but a lie, disguised
A constant wail...discomforting
in the night.
poem by Midnights Voice
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