the great game
Nov 28, 2022
--
each
passing
beat slips
the wisdom of solitude
further
away,
consumed by fear, and
hope.
lessons
painted lovingly
or
cruelly seared,
all fade
under the silent passings
of nights inumerable.
a cold hardness
grants succour
until Dawn’s
golden smile brushes
past once again.
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar
Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on 28 November 2022
