The journey begins again
Chasing constellations and the rising
Sun
Moving forward
Faster and faster
Faster into time
And time spins
Taking me into it
Deep and dark
I feel the pull, a feverish grip
That holds me and swallows the weight of my
Breath
Breathing more into me
the memory of self
My dreams a labyrinth
I am hunted
And found
Choking out the breath
That is so hard to take
Searching the corners of life for
Angels
But
Finding devils in my hand
A sweet whisper falls on my skin softly
"Walk with me
Come with me"
My heart
Beat
Slows
These are darker poems than I've seen you write. While Vodka (feb 2013) was totally enthralling, this is one is just as hard to turn away from, but for altogether other reasons.
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