Poetry (words)

Shifting sands. 

Moment of realisation when all’s not as it seems. Drifting in isolation caught up in my dreams. 

Catching up with nothing, foothold’s built in sand. Words unravel before me, empty slight of hand. 

Tripping my way through here, passing by what shone so bright. Lost my path somehow, lost that guiding light. 

Spitting out the promises like poison from a pen.                       Once it’s spoken you can’t take it back, I hold my breath and start again. 


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