You must lose something to gain something else.
I wonder what the price of peace is,
and what the price of war is.
Why must we kneel in order to live?
Why must we die on our knees?
I just wish to trade my blood and flesh for something permanent.
So I look to the sky,
Where ancient things reside,
And I begin to envy the stars.
What do they know of sacrifice?
For what other being is burdened with the weight of what it means to be human,
Must even old things offer parts of themselves?
Does the sun give light to the moon in exchange for the clouds?
Perhaps the planets long to hold life, so they shorten their own.
Do the galaxies grow so large they don't know where they start or where they end?
I become aware that space is always bleeding, always trading, always losing, always kneeling.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Boy That Never Forgot Their Name
PoesiaStep into the life of a mystery in this poetry collection exploring romance, death,pain, and creatures out of this realm. Forget what you have learned of heartbreak and ghosts because when you walk into the forest I promise that you will know the tr...
