Cloak me,
if you can,
in russet and gold hues,
yet autumn's last melody
can never confuse
the bleak taunt of winter,
that seeks to disguise
the ghosts of our past,
that linger in
grey skies,
and I hold myself close,
in algid solitude,
and wish them away
with brittle fortitude.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
