If You Steal My Sunshine

Alone, in solace.
The space between time.
The space between the rhyme.
Inquisitively conscious.
Wholesome combing thoughts in my inner mind.
Dear please heal.
This heart goes on further…still.
Quiet amongst the lonely soldiers.
Bold amongst the huge boulders.
Flickering light dimming.
This is only the beginning.
Lonely & cold.
Warm yet sold.
Anxiously awaiting.
These times I’ve been negotiating.
Inexcusable exhaustion.
Somehow, these things go hand in hand.
Tit for tat black cat that creeps amongst the wretched bats.
The lagoons that holds the baboons.

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