I, remember giving up on you, my arms stretched wide. Howling at the moon, to pull you, out of my orbit. I, remember never forgetting. I, always keep you tethered somehow. Some have considered this my sin. Every lifetime. This is the lesson I keep learning. That leaving you isnt the worst thing Ive ever done. nor, the worst thing Ill ever do. How many times will I make myself go? So many escape plans to leave. So many of you, I, was who called up your demons. What is the point? Of stretching so thin, this veil between, here and there. And, to see you so clearly, when you forget me every time. I, hold the fire in my palm. I, blow smoke but never flame. I, shape creatures, but never friends. I, hold near these wanderers, I,hold tight their cords. I, keep them bound to stoke the fires, that keep raging inside of me.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 14:20:07 +0000