Stopped

Coping, or not coping, but wanting every last thing to stop. To stop being important, to stop being a barrier, to stop being afraid, and stop always having to move on and leave things unresolved. To end.  

 

Lie of a lie, blueness of sky

Hiding the eye of darkness

Uproot the vine

And cool the light

Befriended; crowned a heartless

 

The glossy shine, sweet cherry dye

Tiny shy lines of harmless

The wind and chime,

Half moonlit night

Cut glooms I have to harness

 

Secrets to find, fondle and pry

Signing of renewed bargains

A timely cry

And desperate why

The freeze to kill all targets

 

 

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