Untitled (from Hadey Halo)
Wretched thoughts and broken hands recede
Within the thick humidity of the scene.
I gained nothing from the time, I only complained;
I saved nothing from the fire and only I remained.
The sentiments left in the torrent were ripped apart.
Her words were barely audible with alcoholic breath.
I sought to recall the advice I was once told,
But ever fell short because of the values sold.
Standing so tall to avoid the reality below,
Hopes are salvaged from the resilience collected.
Yet always captured by the promise of kind eyes;
Empty windows that harbour so many lies.
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