I was never one for clarity
as I wander in the dark
from point a to b
without a single spark.
My musings love their space
to unfold and stretch and consume
all the ragged pieces
of my soul once exhumed.
Light of day, what’s the point?
When all I need to see
lies in wait behind my eyelids,
yearning to be free.

© Autumn Siders 2017

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