The Gloaming
I’ve
been in the gloaming since I was a child
Tinted sunshine’s without smiles
Muddied feet
And a heavy heart
Sometimes I could soar
With effervescent stars
Visions and dreams
All so colorful
The pills, they took care of that
Now I can’t take wing
The flatness is my “cure"
The weeping my torture
Sandstorms come so frequently
They hinder my view
And twist my spirit as they swirl
It’s a lonely world that very few may cross the threshold
I stand far from a distant shore
Running as fast as I can
To feel safe and sound
It’s a trap; I run on a treadmill
Sailing on sinking ship
Sails tattered like my passion
Rage is a constant danger
I’m going down without a chance
Juliet Wilkerson
© 2006
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Juliet Wilkerson
©Aug. 28, 2005
