Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Don't leave me, so aimless without fervor without sight or sound of your voice And as naked as I was your heavy forehead and far sight replaced the old models of your carpet, carried you on, to the steps within your norm, fillings from our two souls passing on like the night before, you leave, taking turn, to deal, like the  rising of the sun, an up bring to my darkest hour.
0
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
To the Son.
Don't leave me, so aimless without fervor without sight or sound of your voice And as naked as I was your heavy forehead and far sight replaced the old models of your carpet, carried you on, to the steps within your norm, fillings from our two souls passing on like the night before, you leave, taking turn, to deal, like the  rising of the sun, an up bring to my darkest hour.
Written by
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem