My Sagacity Is None But You -
she was my sagacity-
the one who eased my
troublesome culpability
yes, it was her-
(the one)
now a fragmented spirit am i
wrapping myself in her
overlay-
layers of frigid ice flows
through my veins;
no silk blanket enveloped
by lullabies can give me
warmth
~cold love remains~
a raven guards my intellect-
he sees the need my
mind craves when i get
lost in her world
for she is my brilliant star
that can never shine afar
i rest with nightmares
lingering into my obscurity-
I AWAKE LIFELESS
glass shattered underneath
my bare toes-
a punishment only an outsider
knows
she believed in me when i
had no faith in her;
i sit with her by the sill and
with a whisper softer than a whisper,
i say,
“you are not flawed, sweet friend,
just wear wounds too deep to mend”
i suffer in silence for her-
she grasps my immortality and
rages with passionate fervor
i lay down and rest my weary, weary head-
wrapped gently in a down blanket…
but this time i heard angels cry instead
we hold frail hands without guarantee-
though she's damaged,
she's my sagacity
***
January 17, 2020
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2020
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