the sun is setting,
the earth is rotating,
the shadows cast
a lure of loneliness.

i need my own star,
one that lights me up,
and whose shadow cast
a lure of pureness.

but i’m afraid the shadows
have cast their true feelings
with their own agenda:
I’ve been beguiled to the darkness and there is no escape.

but i kind of like it here;
no one to bother me.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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