— majorly unedited.
As a statue there I stand;
for the winter I cannot command;
as the snowflakes fall so do my hopes,
while the midwife dies I slowly tie the ropes;
stepping onto the ledge I am compelled,
for my fleeting life has but only spelled;
so now watch as my heart does succumb,
now watch as my mind slowly turns to numb;
watch as the midwife tears away the petals in these flowers,
which fall unto me not in blessings but cursed showers;
for now I have quenched my thirst for the sins of seven,
but it is not certain that I will be able to reach the apex of heaven.
YOU ARE READING
Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
