In Disquietude

In Disquietude

You were lost
in this brutal world
I was a failed truth.

Exotic your heart
still sings for the future
of awakening.

Very old, very pained
were our wounds.
Man was rising every night.

Why were you not
present at sunset, when
twilight was burning
in moon?

You need a gift
of grave to stay cool
when the sky was burning?

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

oh wow, what passionate words.
I like the fact that you waited,
and she/he never arrived.
It shows your portrayal of pain.
great write! ---Maynard