It tastes like communion
but it feels like the grave
filled with the same breath
bearing the same debt
We're all
quite far
away from each other
Where can't we reach?
Who doesn't know?
We see
the same
dark cloud
above us
It tastes like an outcry
but it feels just like rain
(A/N) I was really dissatisfied with this one for a while and didn't know why. It's because the freakin' first two lines were rendering as potential country music lyrics. I feel a bit better about it now, but it's for sure not as good as "small". It was originally written a few months back and nowhere near any Lord's Supper, but with the whole Easter/Passover thing it seemed timely. Haven't written anything since "small", though. Stay safe.
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Crumpled Paper
PoetryCliche title? Maybe. It's just unorganized poems. Doesn't need anything fancier. Mostly very straightforward writes about mundane things. No mushy love poems, no dark broody poems. I write somewhere else so this is mostly gonna be an ease-of-refer...
