Category: hurt

Immersed

Surrendering to the draw of tomorrows bloom
yesterdays rot seeps back into the soil

Wasted Time

Empty palms reading brail
Written words across your brow
Time is just an illusion
Existing within a rhythm
Creating our own timepiece

Heirloom Eggshells

Finely laid egg shells break 
Each step becomes more frantic
Heirlooms passed down

Dire need

You’re not shutting me out

I’ve always been in

Let go of the lock and set us both free