by Ailish Bracken
- The twilight city sees everything
but nothing stands out.
Empty crowds fill the streets
blending in with the bleak sky.- You are such a lonely place
where comfort preys on the truth.
A faceless metropolis where the canvas
for my art is created.- Propelled into this unknown land
I take your hand but it slips.
Without your guidance I feel lost
my art suffers in your absence.- Hope, false as it may be, restores my sanity.
You show me a pure love
but it is only a glimpse
and then you vanish.- My tortured thoughts are all of you.
I now crave this creation
making it impossible to live
without the thought of seeing you.- You have shown me what to embrace
and this is my attempt.
However amateur and hopeless
I've soiled that perfect canvas.
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