yeah, another one without a title

you say
now
gone
entirely
only
stark
colors
lines
drawn
again
now
you tell me
from there
perhaps
it wears
on you
stale
of yesterday
this is the sad clown
you cant see eyes in the dark

the first

he ate the fruit
that is how the end began
in the beginning
and having
a spirit like his
it was not a punishment
it was a quiet statement
of self
of lack
of despair



thank you all for reading.

you want a title too?!

when everything looks two dimensional
flat
to teeter
and fall
with a gust of wind
raising dust
revealing a cloudy horizon

but here
it is sunny
so why worry

but the abiding fear
consuming
even here
in the sunshine
i think of poison