Clear as sky
Fresh as water
Always to fly
Always to falter
Wild as storms
Yet calm as grass
Takes many forms
Yet fragile as glass
Always urges to let out a fume
Yet always urges to seek out and consume
Stands as mighty as a chivalrous knight
Yet is always bleeding from morning to night
To reject or repent?
To partake or prevent?
To know cause of event?
To be satisfied and content?
It seeks, and seeks, and seeks, and seeks
Understand and accept
Recognize and respect
Yet other things linger
Like ten thousand finger
All wanting
All starving
Screaming
Hating
Crying
Begging
Dying
Loving
How ravaging
Such chaos, so much chaos
Impure, impure, impure, impure
What is truth, what is sought?
What is lie, what is fought?
What is foretold?
What is purpose?
...
Such silence
But within are screams for reliance
Within are screams of acceptance
Please, please, please, please
...
Then warmth
So much warmth
The screams stop
All is forgotten
Yet all is revealed
The warmth is foreign
Yet it is cleansing
Such assurance
Such silence
Love
How soothing
Calming
Amazing
Everything is devoid
Yet everything is here
In this warmth of tender care
The pit is filled once more
Thank you
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Scraps of Thought
PoetryA collections of poems written on my spare time, and written when they came on my head Pieces of my heart, and scraps of thought "Do you hear it? That sweet sound? That sweet tone of much compassion? What a lovely pitch, a beautiful noise Like song...
