I have come to you
Of my own accord
With broken hands and brittle heart
With fragile mind and fractioned soul
These tears of mine are part a toll
Till toll the bell o’er gentle knoll
Into the sun and by my birth
Once again a mewling foal
Fall will come and cold will break
Yet again for heaven’s sake
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 7:17 PM UTC
I have come to you
Of my own accord
With broken hands and brittle heart
With fragile mind and fractioned soul
These tears of mine are part a toll
Till toll the bell o’er gentle knoll
Into the sun and by my birth
Once again a mewling foal
Fall will come and cold will break
Yet again for heaven’s sake
I like to write poems as a sort of flow of consciousness just to see what comes out. Generally, it doesn't make coherent sense, but I feel it still reflects my mindset at the time of writing.
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