Glass eyes opening in the predawn light,
and a deep sigh.
Time for another fight.
Beyond the alcove, hounds, boars and bears.
Within it, thoughts, regrets and memory
Hexed so far into the soul that it is
Nought but spectres.
Suddenly the forest beyond doesn't seem so bad...
A breath, a drink, a wash.
And a beginning.
Analysis line by line, in the tone of a Gen Z bestie
YOU ARE READING
The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.
PoetryPoetry spanning topics from love to pain, to addiction, to borderline insanity, to romanticism..in a disorder so strange it becomes an order all its own... The Pieces of Her, The Scraps of A Song.
