Depraving Thoughts
he weeps with thoughts
of depravation,
seeking wholeness as he
is chilled to his putrefying
bones
mossy tombs surround
abandoned graves,
ivy stretches up rock filled
with decay
the raven soars with might-
gliding over death and
destruction,
fearing nothing,
preying on decomposing
souls
like a bloodline to remorse
he fears not sutures from
wounds too scarred to heal
darkness envelopes
(he is abandoned)
emerald fields flourish in
the distance-
they are nourished with
wholeness and warmth,
spreading empty promises
to the weak
-blessed are the ones who are
buried in the abyss of pain
12.17.19
-luloo
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2019
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