this struggle is yours –
thin fingers tie
black knots
around your ribs
cold laughters ripple
down your spine
your struggle is mine –
you sail across
your silent tragedy
you float alone
among the stones
gasping to the sky
but sing of wings instead,
look at the lights ahead
I am your heart
I am your feet
I am the last survivor
of your fleet
I know that you will fly
YOU ARE READING
2013
PoetryA bit of a mix of old poems/texts which I thought I would give light of day again. They all have in common that they were written back in 2013.
