you say you can’t feel because of me but what about you
when you hit me i was small, i was screaming with no one hearing
you tell them your story, and of gods glory
but what about mine, the crease of the line
the line that was drawn
you crossed
my viridity
all ceased with credulity
i don’t understand
why did i not matter
why was that okay
the needle was too strong
comptivated
crawled into your osculated vision
of your true division
gods glory didn’t matter to you anymore
i didn’t matter anymore
throats stinging mattered more
the vodka by our family pictures
of past family adventures
that disappeared by a spirit stronger than my soul
because i let go
the only thing making me grow
staring at a mountain of snow
not climbing
not flying
but crying
in cryptynite
i was dying
but so was she
in the room next to me
i don’t know what would’ve happened
i don’t know how i would’ve gone through that metanoia
that redemancy
that derive
i haven’t figured it out
I wasn’t in control
i just know I’m in Love with something
not of this world
not of this wind, or sounds of the ground
but an earth formed by someone so clear to me now
i prayed
and i was saved
no person could hit me without losing the war
for my soul
i climbed out of a hole
a hole so deep
the only way out was another hand
to guide
to care
to love
to take me back
on a voyage beyond my tracks
unseen
by so obvious
tears bottled
a story of revelations
my crusades
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Author:
Aals (
Offline) - Published: December 22nd, 2016 11:28
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Comments4
Great write
Powerful piece, great write!
A youth crusade. A story of survival. Nicely done.
A crusade indeed, very inspiring words.
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