exalted self

e. wiley smith
Nov 6 · 1 min read

in sleep i’m floating
over a city of empty houses
unlived in for many years
dilapidated losing faith
when i wake up i look at myself
in mirrors in disbelief
wonder just how much i am like those houses
just wonder who that face even is
cry sorrowful please don’t let it happen like this

i used to stay up
until early morning hours
trace prayers into the frost on windows
as if i could make them real…

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