For cnbsoulmates, a Sequel to "Unfixable"
i count my scars,
but i feel no bitterness for pain;
i kiss my stars,
though i scarce can unto them attain.
wields its guillotine to slay my mind,
but secret streams
bless this desert where i am confined.
i eat my song,
aching for the taste of harmonies.
what could go wrong,
if i choked on new mal-phantasies!
for i have longed,
from the circles spinning in my head,
to hide my screams
in this place where i am all but dead.
i close my eyes,
but i do not sleep the sleep of death:
the sun shall rise
as the morning dew revives my breath.
the blue of skies
beckons me to step out of myself
and dust off dreams
rusting on procrastination shelf.
© Copyright 2019 July 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫