From defeated lips
you bleed raw emotions
they tumble from lips of palled pink
Words that flow but eventually sink.
Eyes of solace and somber some cold
You wish for mercy upon your soul
Slowly and gradually you bury your knees into the dirt
Holding your empty heart out in your hand
blood covering your shirt...
Bury your soul deep
heap on the dirt
Scream in joy and dance in crazy array
Plunge your hands upward out of the cold dirt
Palms to the sky!
Oh, hold me at bay.
In a failed attempt to delay.
Copyright © Roxanna johnson | Year Posted 2011
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