Submitted by Raine on Mon, 07/28/2014 - 00:59

In the light of my loneliness
the world casts shadows
sullen, as though
absorbed in early rain--
the way starlight hangs,
shadow of black and falling up
--holes that could break
shatter down, not old
or infallible
and i live somewhere
beneath God's curtain

Author's age when written


Mmm! I love the feeling of this poem, it's absolute perfect!

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This is absolutely...I can't even think of the right word. It feels like waves, I think, it has a sort of gentle sweep and crash and it's heavy in the way a quilt is. Anyway xD This is so lovely!!

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