Criss Cross #poetry #prompt

penned in moon dust

standing in a corridor

just too many feet

ebb flows with humanity

no elemental beat

cross contamination

no notes neatly on a scale

standing in obscurity

life colourless and pale

shadows move around me

where do they all go

dissonant, yes empty

I stand before all woe

Prompt from Reen’a Exploration

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