Abysmal cold, a long rove..
In distant push & shoves,
I have lost my life force.
Hold on. .i clasp my arms to me around,
The blithely shadow shirks me across.
A scarred memory is all I’m proud for.
The abyss is dark,& is the new moon’s lark .
Getaway of my grilled captive heart,
I stage it’s steal against my own fantast. .
& yet I find the dream to be dark,
Lurched by the rugged, swept under past.
Bit to void, I am alive at last. .
No comments:
Post a Comment