Human
I seek what is lost;
To find what I cannot
See.
My dreams touch
My skin.
Leaving marks.
Gold and dark.
Days vanish.
Nights consume
I am weary.
I leave words.
Spoken to strangers.
Who drop them.
To lay amongst refuse.
Place me to rest.
Amongst songs of
Nature.
Let me sing with her.
Copyright © Kenneth Kerry | Year Posted 2014
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