all night, eyes on a ceiling
am i alive or just breathing?
how i crave for that moonlit path
through the skies i gaze when i'm dreaming
/
angels sing 'fore their song goes fleeting
'beauty'
gods sit laughing when we're kneeling
'love'
we shake our hands, grinning, scheming
'art'
well only the void is good at healing
faith
/
so i ponder in the wake of its silent embrace:
what are our words
but a gift of cacophony to the dead of night.
YOU ARE READING
cacophony
Poetrya trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020
