Black sea

deep in my black sea i thought for sure

heaven's light could not

wash over me

 

the echoes of my

mistakes repeating

revolutions in this

room with no door

 

a gift from the gods

bestowed upon a

barren womb most

undiserving

 

now aproaching the

gods unworthy of their

light, pleading to keep

hold of the gift bestowed

which is now in sight

 

 





Poetry by montana
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Written on 2015-09-18 at 05:22

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no one is undeserving who is good of heart. i hope your gift is with you as long as you wish it to be.

you sound happy, but cautiously so.
2015-09-18