my blood sings out
to those chaos
which roams around me
calling to me
like some ancient magic
heady with longing
to be touched again
to belong where I should have been long before
and something stirs within
coming out of sleep
after decades
yet I don't know where to look
what this thing is
but somehow I know
I'm home
with my own monsters
and land
that knows me
sings with my blood.
YOU ARE READING
All those things that are broken
Poesía•ALL THOSE THINGS THAT ARE BROKEN• *Ongoing* Contains a collection of poems dealing with heartbreak, self hate, mental health, broken and lost souls and how do we reach here. Hope you enjoy. ©EramShaikh #15 in poetrycommunity
