A flash of lightning running through
A tinted sky with pinkish hues
The crevice in the sky hardly visible
But my ears heard its crackle
A history writ in my veins
A map of streaming skeins
Limned in broken glass
Describing a person crass
Was the problem among clouds
Or the unyielding ground
The rain that patters and drowns
Or the sun who beats down?
Were the grass to speak
But none would hear the weak
Were I to retreat
The crags would still be steep
So where do the wounded ones go?
Who would hold them close?
Life seized them till they froze
Their hearts still would burn holes
-Facing the roaring depths, barefoot by the jutting crags
Ashley Fern
14/06/2017
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Of Blood and Tears
PoetryThoughts On You and More mostly involves romance, so this moves on to other topics :p Ay, I do have ideas on other, though rather sad, topics too, particularly warring days as it's thought provoking(Damn those historical novels, but I do love them ;...
