Some things

Night was but another dream

haunting screams

little reminders of missing links

of love.

Should fall into fall before

winter perches on windowsills

to remind it’s cold outside

and sun and colors are scarce now.

Too many voices in hallway

river of tears flowing through bed

mountains still waiting to be climbed

tangled in the fate of the world.

Just another haunting dream

falling into fall just before

leaves are all raked, bagged

but not the rainbow, it’s needed

to continue to believe.

Some things are best left

blurred.

some things

burn baby burn

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