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Random Unsorted Drafts / 18 March 2019

I imagined it being oil on water,

Those faces I saw; floating,

Between layers of blood;

the sheets of inbetweeners,

I rested myself; undreaming

I never saw the truth between the lines,

unwritten as God intended,

the spoken words; bleeding,

truths as dreams in believing,

with only my guilt lingering

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.