My #life Part #3 Petal soft if falls a weightless journey to land It falls slow motion to land And yet as I sit in ruin I can perceive it It’s existence floats silently through surging veins Like a small skiff navigating turbulent waters It is a feeble reminder of beauty long forgotten But there it rests There it prays in defiant resilience A form that transcends cruel evolution That shouldn’t exist in a world like mine This hopeless capsule of torturous vision I am that which can only observe Only comprehends thy forgiveness Never to taste the water of promised dreams Yet in my hand I conceal what is forbidden My fingers a holy vestibule I know not how long it can survive
React
Comment
Share
