Poetry

‘and Lord never told’


Stone seems smoother
frost seems warmer
no match to your heart..
I try to keep my breath and blood
in place

struggle with soul
keeping me calm
drowning me deep
dunging steep..

followed me near
that fear
of loosing
some precious
very warm, soothing..

something to store, to keep,
was a desire
that’s burnt
to ashes and smoke..


was watched crying
shedding tears
and screams

everyday’s nourishing dreams
left in sighs

 

hidden was the game of Lord..
I never understood
and lord never told..

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