A turn of the hand,
you do so elegantly.
Your power a might
you do it effectively.
May your breath it
cause chaos in sky.
In your wake know
I have not dry eyes.
I stare the horizon I
am in awe hypnotic
that all of you gone
has my mind caustic.
Shall I exude mood,
where it’s not stable,
overcome by a wind;
my strength disabled.
Sour are the solvents,
which keep together
me as I’m tormented
in corrosive weather.
Your destruction a
light in me is gone.
As I reflect on songs
I wrote now wrong.
Everything dies in it,
this reality destroys.
It’s awakened me to
see a failure of a joy.
Weird that I was suddenly not following you 🤨
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