Passion lost in the afterglow
As silence calls out truth and lies
Heavy breaths and silent sighs
The blackness at the centre of our eyes.
The face is always the last to fade
As sleep relieves me of your form
Piece by bitter piece is torn,
The calm before the morning storm.
And yet it lives and flourishes
This desolate land bears delicate flower
Pushed to the light against your power
Innocence the world devours.
WhatWhyHow???
This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
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