A Pitiful Dream

I had fallen asleep but I must awaken as

there is a hunger in my gut.

I am deeply disturbed and need to go for a walk

to breathe in and breathe out.

I need to see the moon in the sky:

a jagged soul from within

like the moon on the night that the darkness falls.

A body that illuminates the soul and dreams.

A soul that cares, a soul that dreams.

A soul that will not take pleasure in blood.

A soul that hates.

A dark soul, a soul of sin.

A soul that soothes the soul.

A body filled with dreams and a mind that needs air.

A soul that dreams of black diamond moons.

A man created the sun inside her

and his hands were beautiful.

She was a woman with blood dripping on her thighs.

She was a woman with dark blue eyes that were masked by tears;

a woman who smiled in ecstasy and as child

that was hollow.

A woman with a young soul and a tormented mind.

A woman made of air, like the moon.

:: 03.07.2022 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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