Turmoil Gaze

Some quench deeply,
Still rinsing the thoughts
Searching through mazes
That cling to gazes of hope.

The scene explores
A cutting edge, where
The worth detoured
Into a darkened journey.

The silence shuts down
While features glaze over,
Tortured from words
Repeating its’ turmoil.

Stale visions grow
Sharp, when the clarity
Reaches the roads
Where the light dims.

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CortanaLain aka XELain

Weird, Dark at Times, Creative Poet Writer with bits of Flow, Spacing moments outside thru realms of Life.