Bodies are just shadows on the walls
Opaque shrouds of profiles
Hiding strained bones integrated with purpose
Instruments made of water spilled emotion
Blood set with restless motivation
But bodies are just shadows on the walls
Guarding the tender strings of sensation
With only whispers of the melody through carved tears
Splintering with every word
Unleashed when the flesh fissures from the weight
Hearts are overwhelmed machines
Pressured by mechanical gears of expectations
Toiling until slowing and ceasing
Down, they drag our glass feet
Overflowing onto the tainted grounds
But hearts are overwhelmed gateways
Congested by misunderstood veins
Exposed only if given trust
Held together by the touch of placid love
Yet still covered by the shadows on the wall
~ Kes
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Forgotten Words
PoesiaThis is a collection of my poems. It is filled with my emotions and profound thoughts of what I experience in the world around me. These are my nonsense verses.
