Torn

Slowly slipping into oblivion

Unconscious of the shadows hovering over the sun

And the gloom reflection on the moon

The grass turning brown

demons

Quiet and withdrawn

The music became a favorite companion

And the images on the screen, a pastime

Waiting endlessly for something that isn’t going to happen…

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