#insignia
The sheathing of this bulb
has broken, filled with scratches
Although it still shines bright
Hub of its joy: serving me
It has seen all of my doodles
but gave away nothing
My infant poems often think
that its light is their mother
My sweat, my tears, my nightmares
are its insignia, its tatoo
It imputes its capability
of breathing to me
but I am the apprentice here
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
I will not warrant kingdoms
My name wants no crown
My garbs need no insignia
My shield is strong -
without a crest and banner
I stand on my own two feet
but I will allow my self to
Rest upon a shoulder
and let my heart beat
entwine it with another's
I wish not for kings -
I wish not to be a king
just be a pauper with me.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 4:59 AM UTC