An enigma teleported by the
gentle winds of time, loneliness
always as a child and adult, til'
death it is written. Blank stares
in phosphorous stars, soldiering
on, infinite repeating loops of
psychobabble. Music was a friend
rhythm wrapped up in its warmth
mystic light, worn like silk protective
cloak. Such intrigue jettisoned water
collapsed innuendo, there's a kimono
in her aura, go play in the shadows,
I'll call you when it's time to return
home.
Wayne Russell hails from Florida in the US, but has never settled anywhere. He has been writing dark musings most of his life, his debut poetry book Where Angels Fear is now available Amazon.
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