Oxygen coiled around her
the venom bitter to the taste
the constant motion of
what tomorrow will be, in tomorrow I'll see
but the answer is only absence?
they look down to adore
what they are naive to believe is confusion,
so why do they refuse to accept determination?
I've confirmed and shifted
I've been broken and lifted
to a steady beat of the unknown.
I have my own drum.
They ask if I'm afraid, but reply with a grin
My strength is burned into my skin
For here in the clear
my lover is fear.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
