Little one,
broken bodied,
crippled mind,
I took you;
and when the rain kissed your cheek,
I sheltered you with my fingers;
yet I still felt your tears fall to my palm,
and heard the discord in your song;
so I rebuilt your wings
to end your melancholy madness,
but the sky would not have you;
it could not have you
for from 'neath my hand,
you saw bars,
immense and inescapable;
engulfed by a cavern,
tended by echoed lunacy
Your absolution
mine.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
Little one,
broken bodied,
crippled mind,
I took you;
and when the rain kissed your cheek,
I sheltered you with my fingers;
yet I still felt your tears fall to my palm,
and heard the discord in your song;
so I rebuilt your wings
to end your melancholy madness,
but the sky would not have you;
it could not have you
for from 'neath my hand,
you saw bars,
immense and inescapable;
engulfed by a cavern,
tended by echoed lunacy
Your absolution
mine.