wounded (Remove filter)
Wounded Flowers
Hear the shuffled footsteps drag upon the cold alone
Looking for a distant stone an ancient memory
Dryness caked upon the ground with lives that never were
Looking for a trace of wounded flowers
ย
Rows of dying blossoms dripping open in the rain
Satyrs running naked in the summer nights of love
Cracked and dripping idols close their eyes against the pain
Blinded aged still ...
Tuesday 22nd September 2020 10:01 pm
Band-Aids
Those words
All the ones I wrote
Like band aids
Across the wounds
You left all over me
ย
All the words
That flooded out of me
Aligning themselves
In comprehendible lines
And organized stanzas
ย
They helped dry my tears
Allowed me to forget
Gave me the strength
To move forward
Providing a closure
That didnโt require you
ย
And I forgave myself
...Wednesday 28th March 2018 8:27 pm
Recent Comments
Landi Cruz on Still life in Urban decay
11 hours ago
Tom Doolan on I Miss You So
15 hours ago
Tom Doolan on The Future Is Mine
15 hours ago
Auracle on Make๐Africa๐Happy๐Again (MAHA)
15 hours ago
Auracle on The Future Is Mine
15 hours ago
Auracle on Well-Traveled Heart
15 hours ago
Nigel Astell on On This Cold September Day
20 hours ago
David RL Moore on Traces and Echoes
22 hours ago
David Franks on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 38 of 230:ย THE TOURNAMENT OF ROSES
1 day ago
Tom Doolan on I Miss You So
1 day ago