The Things We Keep

CindyB

We see in angles and shadows -
Blistered and hollow eyed,
And this feels like escape.
You sculpted me, carved a groove in me,
And hurt that never
Found it's way into your light.
Breath like an electric current -
Arch-drag, and touching like claws.
We can't watch this burn down,
And we can't look away.
Hard and dark -
There is no softness here, no safety.
It's ash on our altar of stone and wind,
And it tastes like fire and dust -
A bruised and aching dream
Testament to the broken beats -
Wonderfully bitter.
This is the only offering we have left,
And it will never be enough.
Hush - don't tell a soul -
These are the things we carry,
And these are the things we keep.

  • Author: CindyB (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 18th, 2019 23:56
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 58
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  • Neville

    what a little gem you have crafted and shared here on MPS... delightful,

    Neville

    • CindyB

      Thank you sir 😊

    • Fay Slimm.

      Ah - I have to agree with Neville - - - these lines are wrought with a poetic mind and talent that is most refreshing - saved to my favourities and keep writing Cindy

      • CindyB

        Thank you again 😊



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