Feb 2017
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
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.
