The Uncovered Yearn

Those honey orbs;

 

 

All the mystery it absorbs;

 

 

How captivating, how mesmerising;

 

 

But it isn't satisfying;

 

 

Hushed whispers devour your ears;

 

 

Places you in a tangle of fears;

 

 

The cracking, the crumbling;

 

 

It's my heart that's mumbling;

 

 

For a caress on the cheek;

 

 

That could make anyone weak;

 

 

Yet you're pulled away;

 

 

And those chains hold you so you don't go astray;

 

 

Only a sound, only a breath;

 

 

Before I grab the hand of death.

Author's Note

Uploaded it a year ago and I've done it again weirdly enough. This is my first ever poem.