Spring Poetry Contest

Bruised Fruit (@kthaphantom)

feeling as if time might stand still for me

some time soon

feeling as if the moon physically led a life as you

fruit that fell from tomb,

after realizing it was disguised as tree

these days you search to be free

from bruises

let loose to shew cruel fueds these spirits do indeed produce

leading an instinct

primal,

away in twos

so the love we chose

will endure a heavenly rain

sent to claim those who go by a certain name

unknowingly settled in a perpetual pain

where letting vain things reign

within the brain

adds chains to a spiritual membrane

unaware of the petals that flaunt themselves

when the wind remains sane

on a wonderful spring day

with scents that don't seem to decay

our God has made...