Bright like Heaven
It’s bright like heaven
But burns like hell
Like the weapon
Pointed at self
Turned my diamonds
Into coal
Burned the highlands
In my soul
Take me now
My Lord, to keep
Weary brow
Now to sleep
/
It’s bright like day
But burns at night
The words you say
Are your might
Life or death
Strife or rest
All, up to me
Who am I..
Who am I..
Who am I, to be?
/
Haunting ghosts
And bells to see
Host of hosts
And revelries
A toast to you
And a toast to me
Seeing through
All you can be
Birds in sky
Flying free
Asking “why..”
“Why?” to me.
//
I haven’t written anything in quite a while, but felt like it after reading a few poems early today.
Any input valued and thanks for the read.
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9myc4q/comment/e7i946p?st=JN33C4PJ&sh=a27ecfcd
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9mw6rz/comment/e7i9ifr?st=JN33D5MB&sh=fb5f62f2
Posted Oct 10, 2018, 11:47 AM UTC · edited