Evening (poem).
Fillet my heart and sing a song
up and down all day long.
Speak the wizened words of a fool,
Intone to me that i am not but a tool.
Fight a battle never to be won,
and only end up with a heart torn.
Cry futile tears that do no change,
to cower as a poltroon under her tone.
Life seems not but a burden for mine soul,
yet i foolishly wish to go onward.
Thou words art comfort, but in a storm.
Lead me astray from this plane of mind.
Thou may hide me, lead me away.
Carry mine mind's burden along the way.
Thee and i play, needn't having to say it,
until i crack, and thou eyes witness mine grievances
with living itself, what i stride through each day,
what thou enlightened me with shows the pain of not having ignorance.
Afraid to reach for the help of an elder,
i side here and cower under mine mind's words,
mine life's burdens, unable to sleep due to the dread of she.
Uncomfortable, and alone i may feel,
pining for the touch of one who cares to hold mine body
in her arms. Lest i wake up and see not again.
- Published March 02, 2020, 18:29
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