this nothingness,
a rope around my feet
marked in stains & aches
burnt remains
sullied & unclean
grasping at waters
waiting blind for to see
go away cold
i give hills empty
to see
share:
this nothingness,
a rope around my feet
marked in stains & aches
burnt remains
sullied & unclean
grasping at waters
waiting blind for to see
go away cold
i give hills empty
share:
7 responses to “to see”
Has winter arrived?
That remains to be seen. Weather wise, we’re getting our first peek under Nature’s skirt. In all other senses, it is still wait and see. 😊
Nice one. Pretty damn bleak. As it happens we are at the tail end of a nasty heatwave where I’m at. A different kind if bleak perhaps.
Thank you. Yeah, heatwaves are just bleak on the opposite end of the stick from deep winter. 😊
Gripping and poignant piece, Michael.
Thank you very much Michele. 💙
You’re very welcome 💛