warm ground pale sky whispers slowly, no reason why gazes through me, like mist i am like fog in the morning smoke by night like songs of children i miss through these eyes always knowing caring out loud threads of silver lay past my side water flows deeply, deep into the night i offer my guidance, lost in the search digging into my pockets, searching my soul getting more hollow, no place to go no people to see, no time to lend no words to spend on vagueness aged confused, will i also go that way uptil the point of no return, blind eternally oh please if there exist such, please then let me be let me not become more empty, lend another fate to me and you'll show me, it's seven breaths away and i'll show you what i tried to say and the dawning took so long as waking to this song, knowing that no child stays young so now waiting on the edge of this world, trying to outstand the feeling not to get burned, not to know too much not te see, trying to keep your sanity and as of so many other doing so many wrong, how can you not care for them, lost from far so long this world is our home you say, this world is our grave and i honestly regret the sins i made, or gonna have to someday
"this world is our home you say, this world is our grave" that is the greatest line ever. When I read that I was like woah that's so true. I liked your choice of words throughout the poem. I loved it
I feel much depth and sorrow in your gift. It is wonderful as it was written. These additions and subtractions are a result of my playful reflection.
