Art is the dichotomy,
The feast our souls share,
Our dear muse
Is also the mistress of isolation
When all fears fade and
Pain at last is done
It’s just then I ask
To know one last touch
Of kindness, of love
Of not being alone
Wrapped in silence
Breathing only darkness.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 5:22 PM UTC
Art is the dichotomy,
The feast our souls share,
Our dear muse
Is also the mistress of isolation
When all fears fade and
Pain at last is done
It’s just then I ask
To know one last touch
Of kindness, of love
Of not being alone
Wrapped in silence
Breathing only darkness.