A drink of something
Crawling down
my throat hurts
it burns
but I'll be fine now.
A burning fire
In the night
Embers getting caught
on my tights
But, Its okay.
I feel hurt.
Bottom of the bottle.
My end feels near.
Fate ends here
When will she
finally put me
out of misery?
I ache
with every bone
My soul longs
for a lawful home
Hold me,
touch me,
caress me.
my longing fate.
Take me away.
Fly me towards the moon.
Put me upon the stars.
Or on the horizon.
My lovely,
lawful,
dearest
fate.
YOU ARE READING
Water From Another River
Poetry~ poetry is a way of the heart a way of the brain for them to communicate and finally be one ~ heartbreak, confusion, death, depression, fear, anxiety trapped, freedom, envy are little of the words to write my story's
