*He is there
Lurking
In the trenches
Of my psyche
I can feel him
Coursing through my veins
He lives in the spaces
Between my words
Ravaged by the tyranny
Of want
Stirring in my desolation
On the borderlines
Of the graceful surrender
And the steadfast grip
For he is my tomorrow
My redeemer
The skeleton key
Opening me.*
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
*He is there
Lurking
In the trenches
Of my psyche
I can feel him
Coursing through my veins
He lives in the spaces
Between my words
Ravaged by the tyranny
Of want
Stirring in my desolation
On the borderlines
Of the graceful surrender
And the steadfast grip
For he is my tomorrow
My redeemer
The skeleton key
Opening me.*
