hopeless fountains
cowering in fear of right
the light so bright in our eyes
cutting the iris
i wish to rise again
the mountain
from the crevice of the mind
wooded from the wickedly blind
she cried
in her fervored summer digress
shake in your home
home full of fear
sick we are for each other
hopeful death
so close to tell
my hark!
to the raging storm in her
heart of your mother
blood is rising
to the woods
god fell
to his knees came the kingdom
his grown killed her first
before he cried
she lived to die
medical mourning
she left this house empty
her faith was in me
of the so loud it is silent
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
