The intricate workings
of human emotion
To be threaded together
with immortal devotion
The time shall stop
The light shall cease
The hands shall snip
The souls shall bleed
Such precious strands
of life to keep
One swift motion
to end the silent weep
In death we loath
for life to breathe
In life we hope
for death to creep
Until the deed is
done and over
We fail to see
how severe the order.
YOU ARE READING
A Story Told, But Never Really Heard
PoetryThis is me. With no boundaries I reveal myself and hopefully save myself. I'm not sure whether I am writing this for you, or for me, but I hope it makes an impact none the less.
