Afraid of Shadows - Dustin Vado

Afraid of shadows
And creaks of bone,
There's a name for this fear,
This arrested alone.


I once was lost
But now I am round,
The circle in the square
Of self made sounds


That keep me up at night
When i am no spoon,
Not little, not big,
Without sheep for the moon.


Weary eyes in whirled
Whiskey day’s apnea,
Bloodshot and counting
The ticks out of insomnia -


The age of the lonely seed
Laid to rest tonight
With a goddess as crescent
To snore away the fright.


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