Surface – The Daily Post prompt
Perspiring, I wake up every night, surrendering
to the fears. An abundance of what-if’s,
suspicions crawling through the veins.
Questions burning in the head, while the answers
untraceable, still fondle the shadows.
I fall for grotesque fallacies. And light has collapsed
too deep into caverns of uncertainty
to reach the surface.
When hope gets lost amidst the brindled tassels, which
the raucous wind has ravelled out of dust.
My angels have lost their ways, for the halo is
camouflaged by the dark.
My summers shiver, I need warmth.
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