Too Bare, To Bare
Too long, to long for that which I once had.
Undoing the melody,
that played on my heart strings.
Skinning the weasel
that would eat innocence.
Too empty, to empty myself here and now.
Body beaten,
mind unwound,
heart underground.
Stealing joy:
the occupation of fallen one.
Too bare, to bare fragile soul in this state.
Naked
the day I awoke
to see that nothing is mine.
Skiving from love
that left me burning.
Too sorry, to sorry the pain into dark corners.
Lion and snake
take turns to occupy
my gaze and soul.
Leaving me mixed-up and confounded.
Copyright © Ross Thompson | Year Posted 2011
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