Your strength overpowers all other forces in this universe.
You claim that you're able to heal all wounds,
but what about the ones that aren't wounds at all?
What about the scars?
Can you wipe away the outline of one's hand on another's heart?
Can you bring back what has been lost?
Why do you continue to provide false hope of what can never become?
You're always either sprinting, leaping, squirming, slipping through my fingers never to return, or trudging behind me like a chain bound to my heart.
Why can't we just walk side by side, hand in hand.
I'll let you set the pace if you let me lead the way.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from the Abyss
PoetryThis is just a compilation of all the poetry that I've written throughout the course of a few years. Feel free to read it, or don't. It's up to you.
