Lucas James Poet Lyric

A Word To The Love Sick World

This is a call to all sufferers 
 hanging themselves in their own arms
apart from the one they desire 
tired of nights sleeping alone
restless in grave prisons of the 
 place they would rather be,
whispering wishes and psalms to the
 silence of walls that will never speak.

Seeking out their most beloved unknowns 
that which they do not know outside of sleep,
the reason for their itch to stay in bed
for its ease to dream and play on nocturnal grounds 
away from emptiness of waking 
when time is occupied by working and despair and drinking.

An escape to care and to be cared for unconditionally
 from the depths of a majestic heart, 
that reciprocates the true yearning 
between two divine animals 
to frolic and escape the solitude 
of the malnourished zoo of the world.

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