When

Seven

Dearest, 

Ready again to write, why are you so silent?

Are you weary from calling or

Stacking up slumber?

Why so distant?

are you tracking a journey or

contemplating a quest?

Do i treasure ideas driving You

to envy, thus biting back your thoughts?

You are a dark fire to me, changing my soul to ashes, yet holding my mind in night.

i wished to return sooner but my wounds resisted. Take evidence of the scars

my friends have highlighted and my neighbors poured over.

Please personify and draw nigh,

I bow my head and await your breath.

  • Author: Seven (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 3rd, 2017 18:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: For the many months of wanting to write but not finding my way.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 21
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  • AlinaVanderson

    absolutely beautiful!

    • Seven

      Your comments make it all worth while



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