how can backs bent straighten
untouched is his tear, it is open
bent and broken, right over unspilled
the coffee beans are dissolved and
how can cried creeds remain
against the cool of insecurity
of airplanes crashing in mid freeze
winter cold and the orange fray and
how can thoughts of thinking unravel
when mysteries within themselves
are confounding conundrums,
i dream, i think, of you.
1 comments:
You're a really good writer. xD I like the rythmic that a lot of poems lack. The lines "How can thoughts of thinking unravel,
when mysteries within themselves", I think is very powerful. Have a nice night!
Post a Comment