daring knowing man
tainted with blood
and disease in your breath
wings wilted and torn
and your courage ripped from your lungs
maybe we're all afraid
in the land under sun
where the grass has mistaken us for something synonymous with rot
maybe the way your hand is dripped with death
maybe the way you're bathed in the ground
maybe the way your baptised with new wealth
I can't help but to feel sonder
I pass you by
no recognition in your eyes
we are two ships in the night
melting into the concrete
you're footsteps will haunt me
until the day that I die
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Coherence
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that is both ever updating and ever changing. This collection of poetry isn't exactly traditional or ever a solid complete piece of prose, I am ever adding and changing and morphing them into something I feel is better or...
