Black as day

I hear the wind whisper as a I stare at the sky.

I feel the heat of the sun, though it’s light is not to be found.

I see the shape of the ground as the eagles would when they fly.

I smell the sea spray sweet of my tears as they surround.

I taste the cloying taste of decay,

the sharp sweet bite, as black as day.

 

 

 

 

 

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One Response to “Black as day”

  1. lovely imagery. “cloying taste of decay”

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