towards the shore

©2022 Michael Raven

all the words lost
with none left
to speak

every single one
grows lily white pale
washed out pastel
dingy dull lace
next to truth

tossing the sullied
pallette aside
i head towards
sundrenched shores
not knowing the
gun in my hand
blind trapped in
a monster of me

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