Sitting Motionless

I often sit motionless in the silence of my old misery
For some this may be mysteries.
I stare at the shadows out of my dirty window as the sun goes down
The left over light wakes up all my deepest repressed feelings and the reasons why I close down.
Everything gets exposed to the hungry jaws of the night
Self destruction is coming bit by bit, I may have to quit.
Memory upon memory, all of them in a row
Make unclean my inner snow.
No white, no purity
Only obscurity.
Now the city is completely dark
It is asleep and waiting for a new dawn
For a new day to come
And I wait for the inevitable.

Copyright © 2016 Manuel Osornio-emotionsoflife2016

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