Unrest

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)

These bricks shine silently through the choking darkness.
Moonlight brings hope to dark places and poisoned memories to better times.
As sleep throws it’s blankets over our tired eyes, we reconsider the conviction we had beforehand.
New day. New decay.
Restlessness inside my head.
Remains of my former life calmly decay in the rush of new times.
Unrest!

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