Mar 2020
Imagine
Milky white swirls
Sifting through worldly lights.
Opaque obelisks,
Rummaging through the starry sky.
Rifts are opening
Yet again.
Milky white swirls
Sifting through worldly lights.
Opaque obelisks,
Rummaging through the starry sky.
Rifts are opening
Yet again.
A poem of repentance to someone I never want to meet again. I’m afraid of what they’ll say. The words have meaning to them as well, it contributes to my reason of grief all of what happened.
