We fall into it without resistance -
Reflecting in brilliant blue,
And I am made of words.
Time passes in stops and starts,
And we reshape ourselves -
Tracing lines that bleed
And living alongside Death;
Liquid blindness - suspended, bleeding,
Waiting for something that never comes.
Still falling,
I'm dreaming of a long highway -
Breathing in your touch
And driving until all the lights are gone.
Let's go East.
And we never needed anything
Like we needed this pain -
Blame the nights
We couldn't handle the dark.
Is this what it felt like before?
Voices soft like serpents -
A prayer we don't know
Which way to send.
Brutal and perfect,
It's the last thing I'll ever do for you.
All around us like air,
It gives us grace -
And makes way for something greater.
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Author:
CindyB (
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Comments2
A bouquet of phrasing like I never read before - your talent for capturing the essence of reshaping by tracing out patterns and hanging in there is simply amazing.......... well done again Cindy,.......... looking forward to reading more of your work.
Thank you so much for the kind words! Been off the grid a bit lately. Back now, I hope 😊
Another resounding poetic success.. at least it is in my book... Hope you start to get the attention and credit you so obviously deserve........
Neville
I'll say thank you again, though it falls a little flat after your comment.... I appreciate the compliment & hope I can do work to standard, lol... thanks again 😊
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