The daylight midnights,
Torched up a bare dessert,
Wondering when it happened,
How it started,
A glistening dawn,
That sinks always freezing,
Turning the sunrise down,
It's blaring. All is burning.
Fire snaps bare deserts,
The leftover plains of glass,
Now do nothing but reflect the blinding sun stuck in reverse,
The burning moon reflects on the great lakes,
A paradox. The only two things existing in spotty seas of black glistening glass.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
