oh i ask, life,
are you
imbued
in ephemeral
cobwebs of
ebony and blood
sewn in annular
gossamer
patterns
solely just
to devise a
dreamcatcher
of scintilla
to sempiternal
affliction?
oh search the
pletoric riparian
around the
summery wood
for an exquisite
reverie for
tired; weary i am
of screaming
mute
hollow
echoes
from every
waning glamour
that you
have swindled
within my veins.
the harbinger
you sent
refuses my
salvation with
an unforseen
motive, or
maybe fates
themselves ask
for my reckoned
death to
grasp me
by the core.
/ he /
/ she /
is my
a t l a s
to
f r e e d o m
YOU ARE READING
Ribcage
Poetry❝ Hearts are wild creatures, that is why our ribs are cages. ❞ © nate k. 2014
