You with promises to burn out
the dusk to surround me, my gloom
but eve retreats, weary
travellers stomp the flames
out with your scars left in the wake
Flickering whispers from the marked
embrace tainted, cursed flesh maimed in
scorches, the phantom skin
of the moonlight grazes
in comparison to your glare
YOU ARE READING
Just A Girl With A Just God
PoetryLife................. There's no one way to explain it, but let me explain mine; I find it in Him.
