and where's the knife
to cut the webs that
entrap?
carried back up from
the hell
by the spidery webs.
and you were
a dreamer
not afraid
to catch your dreams
and chase stars
got out from the
cupboard
we were huddling
our small bodies in
but i stayed in
with the trail of
your magic left
behind
and i tried to
hold it in my shaky
hands
but it vanished
and you scudded
away on a gust
the lioness sitting
under the bed
weeped
the silhouette
of you clenched
in her lips
her heart wanting
to grow
but if she needs
remote to grow
then it is you
with the button
so press it on
for me now
from the grave
with all your friends
Lo, Pika and Muzo.
and where's my shovel
to dig you out?
I want to clean my hovel
in time.
YOU ARE READING
Aruni
Poetryher name is Aruni. and like the sun, she will rise after the dark and let every sunrise find her different. ・✫・゜・。. poetry tellings of a fictional character that span across the random times of her life. [Readers' discretio...
