"ciclic" poems
Here we stand together deep
Me, my mind and I,
Still I seek my grief to weep
In those depths of breathing lie.
We do feel the feral fear
Me, my mind and I,
Where my mind’s trying to clear
Our ciclic bis deny.
We stare beauty in the depths
Me, my mind and I,
They’re compelling me to breast
All my feelings’ passing by.
So we teach ourselves to feel,
Me, my mind and I,
And my heart’s startin’ to fill
With the tears of the cry.
Then we see the light in sky,
Me, my mind and I,
One in run, one in deny
While my tears started dry.
‘til the light they still kept beating,
Just my mind and I,
Now they’re hurt and they are bleeding
And die.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC