Sunday 29/Dec/19
Everything is singing my name
Calling out in silence
I think I hear her
On my horizon before the building
Hour of time
Setting a clock's end with the dial
But it chooses to end without sound
Her ghost has hushed it
To let me burn
To let me wither
So my croaking mind can quieten
To join her
Everything takes my hand in her's
I can leave now
My anguish can fall
Leaf of crimson can soak into the ground
Her arms wrapped around me
Safety in dishonesties
Then I wake
And it was
a dream
Yet lull me again
Please
YOU ARE READING
Am I 'Absolute'?
Thơ caMostly poems and art, some quotes and short stories. Not everything is an original of mine, so if it isn't I will state so on the page. 😊 Also: Helloooo! Oh my gosh! #1 in original poems!!
