The soot has darkened, and all ‘yesterdays’ appear black…
Reeking of the old days that once defined my being, I writhe in pain…
‘Twas not a vision spun out of air, The Utopia…
…days, months, years, I’ve breathed through…
The sun has long faded out against the crimson drapery of the horizon,
The city’s smoky skyline tinged in grey blears out everything…
But who can free me??
I’m stranded in my own wasteland,
I see before my eyes, the carcass of broken dreams,
The moonlight slowly descends on my idle reveries…
And in the nook of my eyes, sleep groans…
Yet, the bittersweet drowsiness, I love to savour…
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