HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD.


THE CRACKS

Thinking myself taking oar strokes between the field islands hills
and sail by untouched;
in defenseless journey forward into a new dawn

Detained…
while the written clouds dense the sight
have gleamed-through wisdom been graveled and extinguished

Remaining in a missing future ― where memories rupture

*

Am in fragments to piece together
Threadthorned blinkers to throw off
A hidden away pathfinders aging heart

We or You,
forced to cuddle with suffering for its ugliness sake

We, have suffered enough,
streamed in the cleanest well

for others

Insufficiency has gifted more than enough
while Death bit by bit caught us marked for life

too long


Have traced the frustrations; the conditions itself,
setting in hearts a rope to snare the scab carriers

You know, was so heartstarved, forced to fair my eye,
overdose beauty in a torn down world
where animal life now is set as a goal to reach up to


You,
there must come in prettier days here soon

Speak



Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-10-30 at 20:07

Tags Suffering  Goals  Beauty 

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
I didn’t like this one as much as the last two, but that doesn’t mean it’s not good. It is, but it feels a bit opaque and a little to vague for my taste.

Maybe I need to re-read it again a couple of times.
2023-10-31