I
heed, first person,
the bones of surrender
burning in my eyes.
Agitated breathe
seeking
silt
in my lungs,
where saplings
will age into
a place for birds
to sing
"The sun is down, come home!"
for a day and a night,
before falling
like tears
fall.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
I
heed, first person,
the bones of surrender
burning in my eyes.
Agitated breathe
seeking
silt
in my lungs,
where saplings
will age into
a place for birds
to sing
"The sun is down, come home!"
for a day and a night,
before falling
like tears
fall.
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