Longing and hope
As I long for the touch of purity upon my flesh,
Wither away I am the waters receding the shore.
Oh cursed thou art for what we hold dear,
Wager the comfort of whats safe and warm.
Scars outweigh the flesh that replaces my heart,
Stripped away as paint old neglected barn.
Sunshine amiss fear ye the storm,
As to a mother mourning the unborn.
Gripping wretched hole in my chest,
Battered and beaten nothingness left.
Wicked darkness have ye blessed this day
Summon thine wind to carry me away.
Grateful for the dark in this I find peace
For absence of dark means no light could be....
@JustCory88 Such a deep and captivating piece. The contrast between the light and dark is so striking, and the way you express longing and pain is really raw. I love how you find peace in the darkness—it gives the poem such a powerful edge. Brilliantly written!
Thank you
@JustCory88
Two sides of a coin, Cory! A poem that swings both ways... the dark side and the light; and they dance together- for one can't exist without the other! Keep it up!
(p.s. i love your use of old literature... ^^)
