closed my eyes, quietly in bed
it’s okay if the end comes today:
worn out and broken, wounded
wings tied to this cold mountain
but I’d stolen a smile that seemed
impossible in a long while
tomorrow is inviting
but the journeyman is weak
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
closed my eyes, quietly in bed
it’s okay if the end comes today:
worn out and broken, wounded
wings tied to this cold mountain
but I’d stolen a smile that seemed
impossible in a long while
tomorrow is inviting
but the journeyman is weak
Poem, poetic, writer, art, pain, poema, artist,
