deepest canyons. darkest night.
joy unheard of, not in site.
i thought i heard a child's delight
- no more strength to stay and fight-
i thought i held them in my hands
my dreams they come from ancient lands.
the left one feels a phantom ring
what does it mean to dance and sing.
to scurge herself would be too kind
another path is hers to find
her soul it bears another death
a silent scream upon her breath
though standing in a public eye
they just condemn a pleading cry
mercy! it would seem too nice
to wrap me in your folds of ice,
a thousand heart dealt cuts would do
than feel another moment for you.
that moment just before the cry-
certain relief, sure to come by-
never reaches out to heal
a soul who's all but lost to feel.
it seems as though such things would be
a heaven to such misery....
3 comments:
Hurray! :) I heard you started a blog :) Congrats.
:-) Bec
I like this.. the imagery is really heavy in a good way...
what does that mean heavy? and in a good way..
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