The Invisible

Day burns down to night Burns the edge of my soul In the night I break into sparks of suns And become fires in a dust of bones Night knifes My breath swallows whole my tongue Turn back Reverse Return In the night I see the real Concealed in the day's bright lie Eyes stitched shut White teeth smile Sleep walks and talks And feet mark time of day To the drum-less beat

Request permission to use this poem

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write