Burning arrow:
The languishing soil
Rank of death
Can it be that this is our fate
Tourniquet unbound
Burning plagues upon our soul
What if we rise
Paradise hollowed and swallowed
Unabating hunger
Turning our throats inside out
Smashing our dreams into
Such material
Unchecked greed
Grating shell
Borrowed paradise
Unsung soul
I can't repeat
What has done
Unquenching lavish lies
Torch the sails
Remove your lungs
How can I see
These tragic things
We suffer insurmountably
Rise from the seas
And burn in this hell with me
Cut a swathe
Cavernous harrowing
There's no such thing
As prominence in our lives
Calamitous emergences
Envelope our days
Remove your lungs
How can I see
These tragic things
We suffer insurmountably
Rise from the seas
And burn in this hell with me
About the Creator
Ryan Welch
I wander through the fog that is my life. Writer of poems, music and stories, for those feeling misunderstood. Welcome
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