Deep in the crevices of my soul,
I yearn,
Yearn for something new,
To color my greyish world,
The air, my ally
Reminds me of the crimson blood
That slithers within me,
And the thumping purpose,
Closely situated yet projecting to be far-flung from my reach,
I pummel myself with my cloth,
Doubling as my shield and shade,
For now, I rest
Till dawn cracks the night sky,
And the sun yawns,
Waking from its slumber,
Presenting to me,
The rays of hope,
The era of a new day,
The ignition of a fresh firebrand,
The strength of great tenacity.
-Silverlady
-20/07/2021
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