Misting Intangibles
missing intangibles
kissing everything
thats
tangled
frozen
robin
feet
claw me
hear me
as we
cry
each teardrop
canyon soaked
caves sponge soaked
with sorrow grown wings
bound
am
i
each drip
of
sorrow has me
consumed
still we breathe
still we breathe
still we breathe sorrows last breath
exhale me she cries from depths
screams echoe my throat walls
sound circles into my lungs
this pain is beyond mines
grinding into me deeper
deepening me scream
each echoe echoes
tormenting me
traveling
voices
hearing me
this poetry
hissing
man
handles
missing intangibles
?
Copyright © Pipping Stars | Year Posted 2017
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