Take my distorted dreams away,
waking hours with no path to return to
Deprived of
floating hours of light,
something isn't right,
troublesome encounters of the numb
Light a candle,
and the wax always drains off in wide circles.
Light a candle,
though the wind is beating the colours out of the flame
['Numb Nights' by Alyx True Edge,2024]
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" Deprived of floating hours of light…", numbness creeps in…