Forgotten posts: Poetry 201, Day 5: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor

The lights of a thousand colored suns

The subdued sound of the mess around

the storm of confusion wrecks havoc in my head

But I don’t stop moving, lest I fall down.

Nothing comes to mind,

No truth shining in the dark

Strangers look at me with malice

And I know they see a confused coward, with no bite, only bark.

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