The glass from your broken bottles of liquor sliced flesh through my fingers.
It formed a seed.
The seed of a flower which would soon blossom into something so beautiful but yet so tragic.
Your sins stripped and pulled back, woven into the dirt.
I felt your mind grace my dreams.
Your soul slipped so perfectly through mine as you gently passed into the darkness.
It woke me from my comfort place, ripping my spirit from inside to out.
And yet, I still felt my heart pump through your veins.
I knew losing you would sway my balance.
As my soul is captured among the dark sea.
But you taught me that it is a matter of learning to walk again.
My two feet will never stand the way it once did,
but they're holding themselves strong.
And for that I'll wait an eternity just to stand tall by your side.
Counting the seconds until I can breath you.
Counting the days to which I've brutally killed myself just to feel your love again.
And mama, this will be the day that the flower will die.
And you'll reform into the core of light I promised you you'd be.
-Pure Swami
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Of Sins And Sorrows Part I
PoesiaPart I of an original PXS trilogy. Books containing emotions of emptiness, loneliness, love, happiness, depression, addiction, abuse. Poems you can relate to or cry to. A book to draw us all together in pain love and happiness. These poems are stori...
