Standpunt
We've come to this point.
Not high nor low neither stuck
in the middle. More is new and new's a start.
A start can start from anywhere.
from this point.
Ran out of metaphors for four, faith
love, war,
truth.
But there's no need for
words.
This burden
we are
this burden.
We're about to burst.
T
R
U
T
H
No need for words.
For the pain we've buried.
World's end
will be a start
from this point.
STrIke tHE mAtCH
16:23 7/3/17
____________
YOU ARE READING
The Puppeteer's Playground
PoesíaWhere the hands have taken over, the place we're calling home. Poems about what matters and what doesn't, to whoever and whatever. Poetry book ||| Cover by me
