Broken to make room for growth and so from these seeds of darkness sewn beyond this death and the twisting sprouts of relentless weeds is new life and beauty beneath the deepest of roots reaching through the blood and the muck waiting to bloom within the waking of the light and me 9/11/18
Poe to His Lost Loves
You were the poetry I wrote, my longing in every word to summon the shadow of your fading heart lost to that forever sleep of darkness that has hardened me and left me here in the most empty, loneliest parts within my pleading ghost to be healed of these eternal hurts, desperate to cure death…
