Will shatter the sky
I seek solace lying in bed
None comes
It's going to be another sleepless night
My grief at my loss
Hasn't affected my vital signs
Just left me hollow
As if the stone I'm crawling under
Will never be lifted off my shoulders
And like Atlas, I carry this burden with me
Yet I am optimistic
Standing on a roof
Looking down at a kitchen garden
It came to me like a blinding flash of light
That I am not done living
And so I stepped back
As for the grief
One day it will go
As time goes by
The Bilge Master
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