365 days and the Return
Worn-out hope dying a slow death,
Morning dews buried at the rise of summer,
A heart filled with pews of sympathizers,
Why should a new born be tossed to the tides of lifeż
I left immature provocative thoughts to sway around the shadows of death
Pull the villans finger on the trigger- such brutality is better off than a slow torture to death
I was growing down- days beneath the Deep
I was sprouting up- weeks above Underground
But I failed my new found sweet heart- Poetry,
The height and depth I went for her were sliced through the swell of abstract at the turn of the year,
Everything crumbled in my excused schedules,
I failed to give her any of my time,
Not even a second did I spare her.
I pray her forgiveness.
I'm back to you Love.
I'm a Year old today at the deep,
Although, I dissapared for over five months.
I promise, I'm back to make the memories fresh,
And make our love grow stronger.
Today circles me once around the globe in the Deep Underground Poetry,
I been away for some time though,
But this piece of Anniversary dawns my return to the Deep.
I miss Y'all.....