my body sinks deep
Into the
soft white silks of slumber .
While my mind like a lark
lies awake within the dark .
My eyes torn and tattered
by the beatific yet bleak color of blue .
Bellows out onto the
world.
" for world turn the tides of time towards
the alluring seas of my yesteryear.
So I can flow back to that
once familiar face.
Who's eyes once
swirled within
The sweet
serenades of
sapphire and hands.
So cold and calm
yet so caring
and warm.
I yearn for
those hands
to once again
be firmly grasped
upon mine. "
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Poetry by Hayden McCain
PoesiaMy poetry that I wrote while in pain with my headaches because of hydrocephalus and my shunt keep failing me . The videos are my inspirations for my poems.
