roadtrips
memories
broken stones
/
how much our skin shifts
how much our skulls endure
how we're still
the same heart beating
/
this tale we conjure
this story, it grows
and the seed, we
a fortress incorruptible
/
let's flip the pages
retracing, retracing
catch the scent of time unraveling:
roses bloom amid their racing spiral
/
roadtrips
memories
the dawn we chase
the feather we hold
/
hair a little thinner
eyes a little dimmer
everything else
still the same heart beating
/
and ever faithful
bleeds the pen.
YOU ARE READING
cacophony
Poetrya trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020
