Tag: my poetry

Patchwork

The thoughts you can’t admit

Not even to yourself

So you leave them on the shelf.

In the basement I sat

Watching grown men

Circling the den.

Fighting their conditioning

Laying souls bare

Making all aware.

Instead of resentment

So very feared

Found themselves endeared.

This quilt of souls laid bare

Patches of success

Patches of failure

Somehow keeps us warm.

– Vagabond Prophet

Tapeworm

Life is winter

Life is pain

By enduring

You may gain,

A chill so haunting

A love so daunting

It stands above

Swaying ponderously.

Awaiting consent

For it’s descent

To crush you completely

And make you anew.

To smother your spark

Leave it in dark

A reluctant tapeworm

Extracted by force.

Replaced with a germ

Expanding and firm

To fill you with hope

The truest love you’ve known.

– Vagabond Prophet