Poetry: Undying

Scribbling pain on my stitched up heart

I feel, I ache,

I beg for a cure for this torment.

Ripping memories through dark jungles,

I stride through hopes and muddy comforts.


I seek selfish help and broken words;

I regret,

I hope for better consolation,

through strikes of lightning

in my superstorm.


Unscrambled dreams possess

untimely divine is lost,

chased by unlawful creatures

attracted by the scent of my confined soul.


Sparked such fear, 

good dreams are scarce

send forth my madness

into my forte of hopes.


Sprinkle my heart with your healing loving,

and run with me down streaming waters

catch my wings and teach me to fly

help me be born again.


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