Down in the valley of shadows lurks my withered soul Cradled in moss and fungus left to rot under the black trees Slowly disintegrating transforming back to energetic dust Nearby a dulled key lays apart on a tri-color chain shedding rust
Lonely? Alone? Quarantined? Isolation? Singular? Hidden in a world full of people unknowing What adjective am I? Are you? What word describes your state? (Mental? Physical? Relationship? Parental? Medical?) What Pendant do you wear on your chest? Your forehead? Your soul?
Paint my body with your love Use me as inspiration I want to be your vision Of the confusing balance of good and bad My perfect moments tarnished by my imperfections My flaws dulled by my perfection Causing you to fall in love with my flowers And ignore my thorns
I get the sensation of a life time intimate And intrinsic observation of my appearance, As I lay down my vision unto papers, Drawing paths of dreams I once dreamed, Catching leaves falling off from trees, And birds singing in choir as the sun burn my eyes and skin As I tempt to reach my gaze to where I can see the waves of branches, When breezes pierce through trunks build and held strong by centuries, As I breath scent of the living arising amid the sky and bring green to the eyes of bees And flowers blooming as their nature has...
growing ever disillusioned, hence this unnatural precarious precision, our pin-pointed voices mattering to no one save a handful close by; the supernatural stamping with tendency of falling toward my already fractured heart; splinters to shards to whole, help me capture this impossible moment fleeting, as you know they all are; learn to embrace one another without pretended desire only acting in earnest empathy until we leave this place for the next