Ryan Muddiman Poems

Lost in my own shadow
I caught, from the corner of my eye
a sliver of light fall across my heel
A sliver the only thing left
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Another sentiment
Another message sent
Another line no one's
meant to hear
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How long might an hour be?
When tragic fate, its head gives rise
When ever longing for nights reprise
When bitter winds inhabit thee
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All my greatest works are stained
with wine or blood or time or pain
with yesterday's song or sad lament
o'er short-time-eternal's lonely bent
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