Naked eye,
silent sorrounded heart.
what's that sound?
elderly and ancient crown
from a spirit beyond recognition.
a vast dark room
comfortable crouching,
no hope,
no light,
yet he takes a glance into my soul.
Naked eye,
he sees through me
directly to my soul
his silence seems to claim;
"poor pretentious soldier",
"come home",
"come home"...
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Author:
Zak2502 (
Offline) - Published: September 1st, 2017 22:06
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Comments1
Wow, ForestBoy, you write so well. i love it! Teach me please.
~DarkPoetGirl
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