Oh to tear out this thing
beneath my skin
and spread it like eagles wings
Oh that I let its blood in open air
left seeping still
that it may clot on another's care
For it returns to me again
Again
Despite never finding safety here
Oh to turn it out into the cold
away from my chest
like a fledgling from mothers' fold
Oh the joy it brings to watch it fly
then falling, fail
and knowing then that it will die
For it returns to me again
Again
Despite never finding respite here
Oh to leave it out upon the ground
this thing beneath my skin
and watch it stumble 'round
Oh that I let it scream far below
voice crying out
that it might drown out in the snow
My hope it wont return again
Again
but it's a futile dream I know
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
