DEEPLY confinding…
i must confess
with beauty
or without confidence or dread
denying how life judges me
just two foot small
When you left : that i cried
bruises upon my eyes ~ severely
and now within a state i’m in/
i see a vision all you lost\
that we once wed
forget our Fathers
it is bad judgement
my Life must be solitary
creating
DEEPLY confinding…
i must confess
with beauty
or without confidence or dread
denying how life judges me
just two foot small
When you left : that i cried
bruises upon my eyes ~ severely
and now within a state i’m in/
i see a vision all you lost\
that we once wed
forget our Fathers
it is bad judgement
my Life must be solitary
creating Poetry
to hear your Voice __
Poetry
to hear your Voice __
