Embrace the light embering you
Feel the warmth of thousands lords
Brace yourself from thou
Forfeit...you'll always sink in ponds
What do you want from us?
We, who walk together
How can you never stop to cuss?
You, monster of tough leather?
Now I speak alone
With a divinity not yet encountered
After countless hours of famine
Separated from an arm wounded
Bot poor lost soul
Can we ever think of you
as a perfect, healthy...untouched?
It was hard...to...love...what was never there...
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the broken-hearted
PoetryTrancendence through love would be a common theme for those who forgot how the touch of emotion feels in their heart. The broken-hearted would feel empty writing spots of ink on a paper, while I feel only emotion of a higher state of being leaving t...
