lacuna
Deep into depression
a lacuna.
Like a footprint in my heart.
Reminder of past feeling the steep of my mind
Sometimes that ghost won’t stay buried and echos in bones
Muffled only by the sound of blood roaring thru fear
Such a curdled cold it stalls my breath
and calls to death that’s nigh upon me
How I try to tell myself i’m worthy;
‘n holes are empty places with need of floods that flow for good
would fill y soul with awe.
In friends who show me care and kind
To close the space within my heart, t’is my will to seek to say
“omnia vincit amor
…to find the truth, the certainty,
that love conquers all
brilliant.
Thank you MK very kind of you…spoke word poetry a new path for me.
it’s great Denise!!
A lovely poem. The spoken word didn’t really match the punctuation. Was better listening than reading. Could be the start of something 🙂
it was written to read and yes, the punctuation was added after..i will fix it all up one day…lol
One day indeed lol no need It’s your work and you can do whatever you want. I am picky at times. My OCD kicks in on occasion 🙂