Blind, Mans Stuff

poem by: Raychill Ellisonwonderland
Written on Dec 09, 2015

Don't need bars to be locked inside you.
Don't see the stars we reached for.
Shadows are made in the sunshine and light.  You Won't see them while its night.

Feelings fade with time and space.
What was together is separate and distant.
The pace now lessens everyday.
Thoughts about us seem so far away.

To keep it strong not knowing enough,
Like a crazy game of blind man's bluff.
Silence becomes the means to talk,
Stuck in the memories of what it was.




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