Misunderstood
Can’t consign the feeling nor the
mood
gone astray in the mind,
whispers of blood
from the trinity, life in the blood
in the heart of the beast, tears
in the flood
Leafs from the sequoia tree, lips
like height
the clouds still murky, lights in
the depth
tragedy of life is not death,
follow the heart
don’t let it die while you still
breath
stop, breathe, cry if you must-
there’s always a choice
to give birth to a dancing star in
the soul- only chaos
for my restless soul, who won’t
come to dinner
and her face with tears and
blood from the eyeliner.
Copyright © Emenaha Godwin Holiday | Year Posted 2014
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