sometimes
my body betrays me;
i try to form words of consolation
in my mouth
but it knits itself
into anger
i am blinded in;
i desire to dance just
beyond death's fingerprints
but i am shackled
with life's endless waltz.
i do not weep for
what had been lost
but for
what is to come.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 6:19 AM UTC
sometimes
my body betrays me;
i try to form words of consolation
in my mouth
but it knits itself
into anger
i am blinded in;
i desire to dance just
beyond death's fingerprints
but i am shackled
with life's endless waltz.
i do not weep for
what had been lost
but for
what is to come.
we wrote our lamentations on thin walls.
