you are taking
everything from me
overcoming me
with you
I’m like stars
running out of light
succumbing
to the sunrise
I’m on the street
shielding my eyes from you
till there’s nothing left of me
but your blaring
you are taking
everything from me
overcoming me
with you
I’m like stars
running out of light
succumbing
to the sunrise
I’m on the street
shielding my eyes from you
till there’s nothing left of me
but your blaring
Daniel J. Flore III’s fifth book of poetry is WRITTEN IN THE DUST ON THE CEILING FAN and it can be found here.
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