i am what my father could never be
whole and unbroken by the world
making a miracle of my bones
where flowers may one day grow
i skip breakfast
not because i am not hungry
but so i don't find myself awry
star struck by open, beating hearts
what was never mine to call
i did so with valor unmatched
for there is a light i must show
and show i must see for myself
i call to the open sky
where nothing is mine
yet everything is ours
and all can be fixed with your words
cream of the sea so cold
but heart of glass is refined
a sign of the times
the final time we will ever see each other
but i may bribe god
with hopes there is hope still left
a chance as running bullets
to the door left slightly ajar
i will run till i can no longer see the sea
now the sky it may become
but i will find myself within you
soul to soul, heart to heart
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
