Murmur me a word
A word of death
A word of solitude
A word of peace
Murmur me a lullaby
In my sleep
In my perpetual oblivion
Where the moon takes shape in the ocean up above
Murmur me to sleep
With your breath
With your arms of bliss
With some prayers I do not believe in
Murmur my name
Through the tunnel
Through the gates
Through my eyes
Let them murmur my name
Let them murmur my shame
YOU ARE READING
A Peom
PoetryThey're poems of sorts. All of which troubled me inside my mind. All the words, the words I've worked to find there place. Each and every one of them tells something, even the usual "the". I am here to feed your tounge. You're welcome
