Stuck in the ruins

Today dawned golden, blue.
Birds sang up the sun and
grass gracefully beckoned time
to snuggle in
for the day.

But inside me
Dawn hid
her apple cheeks
and a wind
howled thru the hollows
of my sad soul and my
heart ached like hungry teeth
gnawing on glass,
and rock
and foil.

And time?
Stomped in,
laid down
and settled over me,
piercing air
in screaming dive
to lay claim
on me
its prey.

I am aching and
stuck among these ruins,
and yet

I must press on.


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