There is a Song I Can't Remember

Quemis

A destitute
And weary playwright
Blind and sick
A wretch am I

Legs of stone
My sacred birthright
Won't find rest
Unless I fly

There is a song I can't remember
It lives inside
My shaking bones

It slowly breathes a gentle whisper
Then rises up
In holy moans

At the top
I find destruction
Crashing waves
Unclouded sight

This hymn is
Divine instruction
A lost path
A lantern bright

I am a bold
And tired actor
Only a ghost
Holding a tome

There is a song I can't remember
Lets me dream
I have a home

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 28th, 2020 14:56
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