Gone
might be
the blood stain on my favorite shirt
forever
Inhabiting my sunflower field mind and
The remains of my defunct organization
— Fragments of my disfigured memories
My skeleton being the graveyard of the
"scars"
Accruing from valleys of
"fire"
"Where does hope come from?"
I asked
the seedbed
The beams from the fire ball
are now
like a kiss
That which erstwhile were
the sensation of melting burns
And it was how
hope was found
Once
All seemed in place
Like a baby's breath
on the day of geniture
Or as though
the perfect unshakling of dandelions
— An absolute exemplification of
hope
YOU ARE READING
Immortalizing You Through Words
ŞiirA collection of poetry pieces made by a heart longing for his enthrallment.
