everyone was a stranger once
future hopes are unjust to those
who did nothing but exist in a space
grace is granted from loamy possibility
no one is coming to save you
if they did it was without intent
or perhaps with eyes on advantage
allow them what they ask
become Prometheus
let kindness become punishment
let the pain of a missing liver
turn into a numbed burning
that is the ache that all men feel
it is called agape, the sting of fire
solace is found in becoming it
steel thyself, o sweet flicker
when the eagle stops their feast,
we become whole again and again
and in this, do not yearn for that
which will come without call
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Lucid Percussions
PoesiaI am learning to speak out loud again Cogito Ergo Sum is a heavy burden
