I catch a fleeting glimpse of
the shoulder of the asphalt.
It's littered with pamphlets
kissed by the early dew of spring—
they're torn and ripped to pieces
yet still call out
to the opalescent sky
with a desperate plea.
One begs for forgiveness from
a life riddled with the sweet
sap of sin,
another grabs at the tainted grass
with a bleeding ink that reads,
"be wary, close your eyes, forgive, forgive".
I wonder what each of them see
as the sky becomes peppered by divine light
in the onyx night—
cradled by the kiss of the moon.
Maybe tomorrow someone will wander
and poke through the brittle grass
and read the messages they so desperately
call out despite the hellish groan of a future:
destined to be
melted by the gentle sweeping
of rainwater—
returned back to the soil of which
they unwilling came.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry
Poetrythis is a collection of my poetry over the span of a few months. My newer works are better than the initial ones imo ‼️ I hope you enjoy it!! if you have any feedback, let me know.
