without detail and ink
I come to you, without the
whereabouts of
my soul
I come in a pool
of sorrows shed, I come naked
without cause, do you
know me?
I am lost and you
send no peace, do you comfort
elsewhere, where I am
not?
is it only in the
shedding of skin, the shedding
of my mirrored self would
you find me? I have
no mother,
no father, no love
I have only this heart
torn with loving, I am
not god
only human in need
of one
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2013
I come to you, without the
whereabouts of
my soul
I come in a pool
of sorrows shed, I come naked
without cause, do you
know me?
I am lost and you
send no peace, do you comfort
elsewhere, where I am
not?
is it only in the
shedding of skin, the shedding
of my mirrored self would
you find me? I have
no mother,
no father, no love
I have only this heart
torn with loving, I am
not god
only human in need
of one
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2013
in need of god or human, you are entitled - 1
ReplyDeleteThank you my friend...bkm
Deletethe shedding of the skin...i like that...and sometimes it is, the taking down of the self we have built up that allows us to really be seen...pretty cool piece bk
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