The mist in the valley covered my view,
Couldn’t look deep within me,
The color black became blue………
Blue like those empty eyes that SAW, and SEE…….
The moonlight became invisible,
The landscape infected by the plague of my soul,
And the wounds; visible………
The pain and sorrow of it all became my whole.
Could have been my imagination
Or the effects of my own infection,
But I thought I heard the cry of her own creation,
There it goes, another injection.
Still, the thick mist covers my view,
But not the valley of death.
Blues….blues make me new,
One more breath…………..
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