She Faded in a Weeping Mist

I saw her alone, my muse drifting, spurned by my fear

Photo by Ante Hamersmit on Unsplash

Time burns me
it scorches my hope
the blister of truth,
it stings my searching eyes.
Where has she gone?
Why did she leave?
Questions are shallow,
meaningless tactics
to avoid the depravity that rages

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Kevin Farran

Kevin Farran

Kamakura based writer, lover of Great Danes, vintage cars, good red wine, bonsai and the Bard