Joining back tribe
was not atonement
for separation.
The truth pricks like
needles in eyes. What it was,
comes through my poems.
Picking up pieces
of wounded light to draw
a map of darkness.
-
Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: September 26th, 2023 20:27
- Category: Nature
- Views: 0
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.