"unshed" poems
I’ve been told I have walls,
That aren’t too easy to break,
They’ve been up for so long,
That my smile is entirely fake.
They’re made of unshed tears and a broken soul,
Of emotions that have taken their costly toll.
Tear them down if you feel you must,
But it takes too much to gain my trust
Strip me down to every pebble and stone,
Shatter me like a mirror and break me to the bone,
But don’t you see you’ve already lost,
For even my walls have a cost.
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC
People show love in many ways
A note on the bathroom door
An extra brownie in your lunch box
Starting the car on a cold morning
For her it was in her food
She cooked her emotions the way most chefs add salt
You could taste them clearly in every bite connecting your tastebuds to your heart,
If she was happy the steak melted on your tongue
If she was sad the soup made a tear glisten in your eye
But when she was in love with me
Every Bite sang in my mouth
She made my favorites every night
Life was good
But one day the bread wasn’t so fluffy
It held a melancholy note i’ve never tasted before
I asked what was wrong but she didn’t have the words to explain what she as feeling,
So I let it go
That was my mistake
Day by day, she started to crumble
So did her pies
She went from a wonder dancing in the kitchen and licking the spoon
To a hollow shell serving you lukewarm pasta that left you unsettled
I excused her behavior
I was busy she was stressed
The food was only cold because I was so late to the table
I didn’t realize it wasn’t dinner I was neglecting
It was her
If i could change one moment in my life, i’d be that night
The one where she finally felt up to baking again
We had some time together, she hummed a bit as she stirred the batter
But then she stumbled and dropped a glass measuring cup of milk she was holding
It was bitter irony seeing the woman i loved,
The light of my life,
Crying over spilled milk
That’d be the moment i’d change
I’d catch her wrist and hold her up
Just Like I promised I would
I wouldn’t fail her if I had another chance
Our kitchen is quiet these days
There's a thick layer of dust everywhere except the microwave
And around the edges of the room are tiny bits of glass
Glistening like diamonds
Or unshed tears,
Abandoned like me
But I can’t complain
After all, I abandoned her first
I should have read the recipe
I should have realized she was breaking
I didn’t see it at first
But every bite held a piece of her suicide note
If i’d only tasted it before it was too late
Now she’s gone
My hearts as broken as that measuring cup
And I’m the one crying over spilled milk
By Aknier ~this is fictional~
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
This poem is dedicated to the fallen of the First World War, and also, to all those we have lost in the years since.
- Somme Harvest -
In the early morning
Dawn of the fiery horizon,
The sea of green caresses the land
And gave it gentle kisses
Of tender sadness.
On this day many an unlived life would find
Life in Death, but first must come Death in Life,
Indeed, a bouquet of barbs grace the
Dark, dank, *****
Halls of Morningstar,
Servants go to and fro preparing the sordid feast
Of unsung heroes.
Babes in arms are they, who shall
Ever sleep till the break of the final day.
Fields of Flanders infertile,
But for the harvest to ripen
The fertilizer of life is
Scattered, battered, tattered,
Sown,
Human manure, nutrient of vitality,
It seeps into earthly soil.
In the year of our Lord,
One thousand, nine hundred and sixteen
Did the farmers collect their greatest bounty,
Not all farmers reaped massive yields,
Farmers Kultur, Sickle and Hammer
Fed their maniacal hunger with rotting corpses,
While famers Lion, Bulldog and Bald Eagle
Wept their hunger with mechanical eyes,
Farmer Scythe, steward of Morningstar,
Laughed dry, dead tears of hungry joy
And sang the golden harvest song
As his blade swam through the harvest thirstily,
For indeed, the harvest was an endless
Smoky sea of blood green
And thousands were sailing.
Twilight gleaming through the sky,
The raging war god vomit’s dry thunderous wrath
And wreaks barbaric, savage, ferocious, ****** carnage below,
As sleeping
Babes in arms fly through the red twilight.
Vultures dressed in human feathers
Gather and crowd around their congealing cold feast,
With hatred sewn on their
Lifeless, lidless
Blind eyes,
They shriek their throaty, ******
Thankless prayers to idle gods.
A multitude of thousands upon thousands
Of souls sour to the heights of Mount Olympus,
Unshed tears,
My child, I saw you in that dusky evening half-light,
Flying, soaring and rising higher with your
Brothers-in-arms.
As I looked up at the darkening sky
My heart wept warm tears of ebbing love,
While my eyes forever dimmed the light,
And my baby,
My body became the Earth,
The phoenix has nested.
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 6:04 AM UTC
If my eyes are the window to my soul,
What do you see?
Do you see the the pain
And the fears?
Do you see the scars,
And the tears?
Unshed, holding back everything.
If my eyes are the window to my soul,
Do you see the demons
Behind my walls?
Do you see my shields
Ready to burst, to fall?
Down, waiting for a push, a shove.
If the eyes are the window to my soul,
Then no one is looking.
They don't see anything,
How hard I try.
They don't see anything,
Leaving my soul to die.
Behind the window, behind my eyes.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
I’m stumbling through a black abyss,
Surrounded by this nothingness,
Mirroring the emptiness,
inside my soul.
Along the way I find a lake,
A lake upon the path I take,
And near the lake there lies a sign,
Just before the water’s line.
And this is what the sign does say
,The sign I find upon my way:
“Here lies the gateway to the soul,
So look within if that’s your goal.”
So I kneel within this black abyss,
And gaze upon the lake’s surface,
My reflection meets my eyes,
A face I do not recognize.
And as I look upon this face,
Despising she who took my place,
I feel my anger over flow,
And finally I let it go.
“You ignorant and petty fool!
You errant-minded, useless tool!
Oh look at you, what you’ve become!
Don’t you see how far you’ve fallen from?”
My reflection does not answer me,
Just stares back out so emptily,
A sight that draws forth unshed tears,
And rekindles all my greatest fears.
“What happened to the face I knew?
What happened to the real you?
You are everything you once opposed!
You are a fraud! And everyone knows.”
My reflection simply stares at me,
It does not move, nor answer me,
Nor does it return my shout,
It does nothing, just stares back out.
“You are the reason for the emptiness!
You are the reason for this black abyss!
For everything that’s trapped me here!
You are the face behind my fear!”
Then looking down upon this lake,
This lake upon the path I take,
I realize it is no lake at all,
Only a mirror upon the wall.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 10:17 PM UTC
Night is but a word for the darkness that roams with men and the lands.
The song of the winds sparkling with a woman's tears unshed.
His blanket drapes her in the pitch of night.
A cure basks within the lady's eye.
Salt water.
The tears, made salty by the churning sea.
Cry the river dry.
Bewail until all is nigh.
The night is coming.
The darkness foretold.
Beware the madness
with a daggers fine edge.
Night may be just a word.
But the wickedness is true within man's might.
The sun will rise to cleanse the lands.
Daylight breaks and the word changes.
The faith of the worshipers dancing amongst the shining vivid rays.
The danger has passed.
Be still her fleeting heart.
But be wary,
dear maiden of mine.
For the darkness of the night will soon befall again.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
2 cups of insecurity
4 ounces of comparison
1 cup of dinner not eaten.
5 cups of a mind in shackles
6 tablespoons of incomprehension
2 ounces of oblivious peers
3 cups of dinner not eaten.
3 teaspoons of phantom numbers
2 cups of anxiety
4 cups of mirrors smashed to bits
1 pint of self-hatred
4 cups of dinner not eaten.
1 tablespoon of depression
6 ounces of anger
2 pints of hopelessness
3 cups of self-inflicted scars
4 teaspoons of ribs in the mirror
5 cups of fainting on the stairs
1 gallon of dinner not eaten.
6 cups of grieving families
4 tablespoons of words unspoken
3 teaspoons of tears unshed.
2 cups of dusty belongings
4 gallons of friends never made
3 teaspoons of kisses never stolen
a lifetime of words left unsaid.
Melt insecurity and comparison and mix thoroughly with dinner not eaten. Mix a mind in shackles, incomprehension, and oblivious peers and add three more cups of dinner not eaten. Crush phantom numbers and anxiety and sprinkle over batter. Take each piece of mirrors smashed to bits and poke them carefully through self-hatred. Mix with four more cups of dinner not eaten. Melt depression, anger, and hopelessness and spread them thoroughly throughout the batter. Meticulously place self-inflicted scars visibly on top of the mixture. Cover with ribs in the mirror and fainting on the stairs. Mix with one gallon of dinner not eaten. Haphazardly toss in grieving families, words unspoken, and tears unshed. Mix with dusty belongings, friends never made, and kisses never stolen. Gather a lifetime of words left unsaid in a separate container. Take it outside and bury it. Do not mark the grave site.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
With a blistered heart
From unnumbered breaks,
A cloud of unshed tears
From untold betrayals,
I reenter the world
After an eternity or more
Of self imposed asylum
From a world of superficial bliss.
A world unchanged!
A cruel untended garden
Of deceptive beauty
And unkind thorny roses.
Lovelorn shadows,
Masquerading venomous claws
With beauteous flamboyance
And undesirable attraction.
Lethargic feelings,
Dousing my desires
With drowsing memoirs
Of countless emotional abuse,
Causing momentary spasms
In cerebral regions
Parading nocuous images
In the plenitude of projected beauty.
Scarred beyond immediate cure,
I recede from said world-
Too adverse for tender hearts
Back to hibernating moods
To nurse evergreen cuts
Cuts so deep, so lethal
Only the indolent strides of time
Can attempt to stitch!
Awaiting prophetic moments
Moments with mirage qualities
When in-love I can fall again
When a damsel I can trust again
When my heart can beat again
For one with pure intentions
Not putrefied by Hollywood mentors
*But virtuous in biblical ways*...
© Raphael Uzor
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
the words i wanted to speak were stuck somewhere in the galaxy in my head.
the voice to tell you hid in the black hole of my heart in dread.
the waterfalls trying to descend from my eyes stay unshed.
the stinging pain lingering in my heart for so long remains bottled.
the undying love i could not control continues to burn in red.
while you fall hard into the deep water instead.
now the undying love i could not control shreds me to threads.
if i had known it wasn't scorching fire you needed,
but the soothing liquid you've wanted,
i would not have refrained the falls from falling,
i would not have loved you hard but calm,
i would have let the blood of my pen drown you with the words
i wanted to say
but now they're
all
left
unsaid
and
all dead stars
in the galaxies
in my head.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
My unshed tears
Are flooding the hole
In my chest...
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
Do you remember me?
Do you remember the way you pulled at my hair
The way you bit on my shoulder
Legs
Thighs
Neck
The way you hit my cheek
And left marks of yourself all over me
The way you flung money on my face
The way you kept ******* me
Even though I was asking, begging
PLEADING
For you to stop
The way you screamed,
"Work harder you *****
I didn’t waste money for you to stop"
And the bruises you left
When I passed out?
I
Am the girl
From the Red Room of The ***** House.
I
Am the ****
Who is ***** everyday
But society says,
"NO. It's all for the easy money"
I
Am the gold-digger
Crying for people to stop.
I
Am the story
Of eighty million **** toys
Behind the Curtains less Doors of Pleasure for Men.
No.
We aren’t **** stars.
We don't become famous for filming obscene videos.
We are just some toys
That men borrow
Like a rental car.
We are the colors
The society talks about in hushed voices
In the corner of a deserted street.
We are the discarded clothes
You never wore
Because they weren’t good enough.
We are the succubuses
Of every man's dream.
We are Pleasure
And
Lust
And
Money
And
Sin.
But,
We die a bit everyday.
We have felt, seen and heard pain
MORE than any one of you here.
We are WOMEN.
But no one holds a candle lit march for us
When one of us is *****
Because
"It's all for the easy money"
Isn’t it?
We are the Strippers, the Prostitutes, the *****
We
Are the nightmares you never wish to have
We
ARE THE UNSHED TEARS OF A FORGOTTEN PAST.
do you remember me now?
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
Crooked smiles breaking after midnight
Diamond eyes sparkle in the electric light
Running through through this modern town
We own the night
As the lights dance upon our starry gaze
Invincible we fly towards heaven bound
This liquid silver runs coursing through our veins
And gives emotions thoughts yet unbound
And we sail ever toward the moon
In ships made of fine gold thread spun
From the suns last heavy sigh
I look towards the sky
And see innumerable burning seraphim
Dancing dancing in this city's glow
Of opportunities spread through our time
And chances mistook for mistakes
That led to a night of passion
Dripping dripping with tears unshed
We loved like lions and never once left
Our cocoon of embers never shed
I love I love I pronounced to the
Unending ocean of dreamers lay dreaming
As this body coalesced
And my soul intertwined with yours
Forming a living breathing breath
Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 11:10 AM UTC
I'm roaring towards the sun,
in an aluminum bubble.
My spirit, lacks wings, to fly
but there's a spoiler,
fitted, to the silvery minivan's frame.
So, we drive down the day...
coldly harmonious,
as it glitters back,
in mild flashes.
Memory, is stagnant;
flecks of it shine, back, at me--
capsules, of captured thought,
suspended movement...
the world, itself, becomes gelatinous.
The park, where I almost--
the long-absent faces,
of growing boys, and girls,
concealing toothy monsters.
Unsung heroes, and wandering bards...
Freezing sidewalks,
slanting homes...
places I knew, so well;
they stand, still,
and appear to register
no change, and no difference.
Christ, with his pale, pinned arms,
and pain-stricken face,
gazes down, on all these sins
a placid totem,
on his marbled cross...
an overgrown snowdrop,
crying mildly,
into polluted grasses, below.
A sweet song, emits
from surrounding speakers
and it becomes tangled,
in its own chords.
It breaks, in my throat,
like tinted glass...
and suddenly,
my eyes, are full,
of flooding,
unshed tears.
Their sorrow, needles
at sore, spent cheeks.
The rain, which pinks, soft clay
is hard, and salted,
and as it beats down, onto my skin,
I can feel the sunlight working
its gentle,
tumble-dry magic,
and finessing them clean, again.
I turn my face, away
to stare out, silent,
through the unbroken window.
I'm sobbing, harder, now,
and I have no idea,
how I started...
or why,
it won't stop...
but still, the rain,
rolls down shaky gutters;
unrepentant,
and unrepressed.
The wild weeds, of the garden,
are well-fed, indeed
yet overwatered,
beneath leaky clouds,
and graying seams.
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 6:46 AM UTC
Here is where my body lies
fast asleep with much goodbyes
unshed tears fill up my tomb
just outside my mother's womb
«»
It's ok mom, to let me go
God just didn't let me grow
Daddy please, don't be mad
They'll be plenty more to add
«»
A pained expression fills your eyes
as you see me start to die
You softly whisper in my ear
I will always love you, my dear.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
Goodbye soft air
Goodbye mother tree
Remember my prayer
Remember me
The sky's arms
Will hug me tight
I won't be scared
When I leave tonight
I've lived a lifetime
Full of sadness and pain
Full of laughter and love
And there lies no shame
I am tired
So tonight I sleep
Rest my head on this pillow
And fall in deep
Goodnight bright stars
Above my head
Do not cry
Keep the tears unshed
There's no sadness in my heart
Please I've woven theses
Small piece together
That had fallen apart
Goodnight goodbye
Rest my soul tonight
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 11:32 AM UTC
he survives his story kept in boxes and knives
the dread of forgotten runes keeps him company
mother repression father night
emptiness surrounded by invisible walls
death a continent for the living
I am facing this vortex of muted music
with empty hands, despair and white hair
no solace for the unshed tears
everyday he tells me something
about nothing
Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 11:37 AM UTC
City of Blue
City of Red
Toilet rolls, none to be found
The Sun at hand, ready to shred
City of Blue
City of Red
Corona came
And we brought out our dead
City of Blue
City of Red
Standing together
River of tears unshed
Together in Joy
Together in Grief
Klopp went and did it
City together bows to the Chief
City of culture, red & blue
City of friends & wits that's true
As Lockdown lifts, the City awakes
Stay safe & alert. For all our sake's...
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 8:42 AM UTC
pain loves the present tense
it loves gravity so that the clouds
are turned into geological strata
sometimes I use my hands like an anaesthetic
between right and wrong the pain dillema:
to feel or not to feel (the unknown)
we discover clever remedies or illusions
quiet cannery in the storehouse of flesh
it comes in circles mixtures all kind of names
it has rythm texture electric blackness
each unshed tear an orb of contraction
compulsive excavation of the void inside
sometimes I feel I have canyons of salt in my heart
on the edges of safety so much to learn about terror
this pain is a blind Robinson on Hope island
(with his bare hands he sets pyres in his heart)
was it pain that invented this language, these holy wars?
love you, hate you, nonsense, can't stand it anymore
I know my father lied to me that he doesn't feel pain
bodies in pain can't dream the water slide of life
that might take us further away into the night of day
time to say thank you, say farewell,
love everything that simply is
it is time to
Mar 21, 2023
Mar 21, 2023 at 3:23 PM UTC
In the eye where I am
where there's peace,(so to speak)
I take out the album which I carry in a telegram and in those few stunted phrases,
my heart again blazes with desire,full of fire and of want.
This is punishment for me and I see retribution in these lines,
times though be far are near as I wear out my eyeglass making pass after pass at the words on the clipped sheet in my hand,
telegram and the full of memory man and the eye carries me on to the storm that levels all in its path,
I shall weep for this no more,bring the winds and let them bore through me and the rains to swallow my tears unshed.
I am led like the goat to the pipers of Pan.
I am the telegram becoming the man and the album's a plan to destroy me,though the Devil employs many vices it seems that nothing is fixed and there's a swirling of voices which melt into one,(am i to be that one?)
This saxophonic cacophony within which I am caught teaches me, what once before I was taught,
I'm a prisoner in the dock and the black cap is on and the 'beak' up ahead says,'you're going to swing John'
And the beggars and tramps and those bums that you meet on the islands of midnight where the ne'er do well greets you with,'lend me a dime' all make some time to come to the show where I swing to and fro and...look at my face all bloated and blue,
(it's only make up,but what can I do,poor ******* I am)
and the eye winks at me,winks at me as if I could see the joke in this,it is funny though, that one feels so tall as the trapdoor opens and you begin the fall
but then it's snap, crackle and pop
full stop
dead end.
telegram sent,
I'm going home.
stop.
end.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 7:10 AM UTC
I could know any of them
in a dark room, eyes
blindfolded, hands
tied. How, you ask?
One of them smells
like fresh laundry, warm, like hugs, a tinge
of unshed tears, a safe place
to sleep. She smells like home more
than anywhere I've been, when I can catch
her smell. I have breathed this
in for so long, sometimes
it eludes me, the way I
cannot scent myself, for
an abundance of familiarity.
It feel traitorous to try
and describe how
a second smells, that
when she will never
understand, but she
smells like spontaneous gifts
of friendship, and
long sunlit days, she smells
so much of herself
I could never imagine
her differently.
Yet another scents the air
in such a way I
feel my lungs are
bloomings, and yet are somehow
contricting, like I cannot draw
enough of this air,
to breathe so deeply as
I need. He smells
of an accomplishment
hard-won, but worth
every step of the way, though
there is a hidden
bite, a concealed
sharpness, an almost imperceptible tang.
I cannot begin to think
how to explain the intriguing way
another smells, as I cannot quite
place my finger
on it. Much like
its owner, her aroma
is a woven tapestry, and so
we see the complete
product, but never
the individual
threads, a perfect
work of art.
And lastly, the one
who often seems
to have no smell
at all. Spend
some time around him, however,
teach your lungs how
to sense his
presence, and you will notice
he does not smell flashy
or bright, his smell
is constructed
of strong undertones, complimenting
and supporting
everyone else, comforting like
some people's idea
of god.
Sometimes I think
if I could have my own
particular brand of perfume
all the time, I
would be invincible.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
slowly falling in despair,
we were never the perfect pair.
i was willing to do anything
but i remembered we weren't even a thing.
you make my heart flutter
whenever sweet words you utter.
tormented by your fake love– i kept it hidden.
unshed tears and pain inside i hid.
sending signs of chaos from within,
the line between us was so thin.
i kept knocking on your walls.
you're the future I crave for and i gave my all
but then i saw you with her and you were perfect together.
just like gravitation belonging to matter and not to ether.
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
To **** myself or not **** myself, that is the question
I face an existential crisis every day
I want to hurt myself
I want to bleed, to wound myself physically because I can't deal with my mental
The questions and thoughts that plague me every day
I wish I could expunge these idiot things that run through my head
The stupid ******* people that cause me grief every day
Those people are the people I live with
The people I love
The people I work with
Every mother ******* person
I wish I could live isolated
But not alone
Live in my own colony of people that understand me as well as I understand myself
I wish I could operate normally
Not over correct for every ******* small iota of every tiny moment in the ******* day
Why do I have to do everything to such an extent?
Why can't I just be happy?
Why can't I just sleep a peaceful slumber instead of tossing and turning for hours before?
I hate myself
But do I really hate myself?
Or the circumstances that I face?
This life I live is not the life I want
I want freedom
The ocean
The sand to catch these unshed tears
The cold to hit my face
And something warm to embrace
I want ***
But do I want it for the carnal pleasure or for the way it makes me forget for a time these turmoiled emotions I deal with every instant of every ************* ******* day?
I want a partner
But I can't trust
I'm so alone
I'm so alone
I'm so alone
******* I'm alone
How do I fix this?
How do I fix me?
I'm so alone.
No one will ever know the inner core of me.
Someone save me
I wish I were dead.
Someone **** me
I wish I knew real life.
Human essence is the dirt of the earth.
We destroy,
We do not conquer.
We forget,
We all still suffer.
******* us all to the figment of our imagination that is hell.
Every ******* one of us deserves it.
Burn us in a firey pit and then crush our bones to make the cement that holds us all unwillingly together.
******* **** me so I don't have to **** myself.
Nothing makes this feeling go away. No one satiates this gnawing numbness I feel.
I am a black hole that devours every good emotion
Nothing to replace it inside this empty space within me
**** me
**** me
**** me
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
Paying the price
Of indifference
Sow a wind of despair
Unshed tears are innocence
When the reaper
Comes looking to share
Like proverbial sheep
Led to slaughter
Defiled,
By an iceingdeath touch
Vile ravens sweeping
Blood in the water
In fear
I use faith as a crutch
My soul is now bleeding
I've been written off
Death angels claws in my hair
Lay still in the dark
Try not to cough
Then remember l really don't care. Hy
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 5:06 AM UTC
they shine
like angels
fallen from above
to tempt the eyes
of frail men
broken trail of wingless years
eyes betray a lonely heart
and hope to make it full at last
they long
like sirens
calling from afar
to turn a foot
by fatal lyre
faithless fickle hearts of men
leave voids unfilled by unshed tears
and ache to wipe the fears away
they lay
like harlots
waxed and oiled
primped and preened
to light the hearts
of fallen men
and
tempted, turned,
take them away
to darkness
fill the longing, close the void
break the long and hard divide
but moments pass
the deed is done
and into stupor
all undone
the cracked and broken
flee
so we sit
like demons
teeth spread wide
with a halo on the jaws of hell
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
Oh, Woman
He’s dreaming of your depth
like a synergy of effortless truths
your imaginary *** a mystical shore
waxing and waning in violent tides
of affectionate sap
He would fly his kite running out of breath
like a child blessed with forgetting
puer aeternus
He would spin the hours in laughter,
in untamed visions
and here it is...
time revisited with gossamer touch
the bestiary revised with tender beings
making love in the naked air
in the breeze of forgotten forests
in purple shy sheets
in the miracle of tomorrow
in unshed skins
imagine the bliss of the first breath
the dreams in geological strata
She’s just waiting for your rhyme
for you in primordial waters
unborn
now and again
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC