I think I'll fall upon
My sword
Plunge it deep without
A word
Perhaps conjure up a
Whirlpool
Let it **** in everything
I knew
Or I might breathe again
Release it to the wind
Let it carry it beyond
Come gently back
Without sin
If then it leaves an inprint
On my splattered
Thoughts
I'll dab them up
Rearrange them
With my hopeful cloth
Then I'll be whole once
more
From body to spirit my
mind I can again adore
I'll paint me with colors
Each sentence I spoke
Think of days past and
forward
Be blessed that I awoke
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
I think I'll fall upon
My sword
Plunge it deep without
A word
Perhaps conjure up a
Whirlpool
Let it **** in everything
I knew
Or I might breathe again
Release it to the wind
Let it carry it beyond
Come gently back
Without sin
If then it leaves an inprint
On my splattered
Thoughts
I'll dab them up
Rearrange them
With my hopeful cloth
Then I'll be whole once
more
From body to spirit my
mind I can again adore
I'll paint me with colors
Each sentence I spoke
Think of days past and
forward
Be blessed that I awoke