I've never written poetry before... though I am a bit of a writer and have spent quite a bit of time analyzing literature (hooray college). However, based on some recent changes in my life I've found it somewhat useful to express myself through writing. |
'If all goes well he won't come home tonight.'
unsharpened knife, unprepared for the fight...
Five branches once grew
each limb weaker than the next...
Five months have passed
still I cannot sleep...
Ragged shoes return to the road
naught has changed to lessen the load...
His eyes move with a slow shiver,
They feel the chill of his soul...
The seasons' cycles draw their end,
with a hollowed echo of love's pretend...
His eyes move with a slow shiver,
They feel the chill of his soul...
I'm full awake and breathless.
In this broken moment...
A glance into my heart
reveals a reflection not my own...
Ragged shoes return to the road
naught has changed to lessen the load...