Metaphor concerning questioning existence through the eyes of a son from a father’s perspective.
…. in silence dew’s rest awake.
as awe gasped wonder,
as the parade of earths breath.
carries the risen
of this triumphant collapse.
equating the pondering.
in the still, commandeered.
the dim shine light which shims
soft bright.
slander,
the grander.
with episodes ill dated.
beseeching then within this.
a whim
for personable grievance,
should saturate those escaped.
low.
sown from song.
where moist spring again.
births again down.
a fragrance,
forgiveness.
that hidden behind,
a peace shield.
crying.
Currently there are no comments related to "The F****ed". You have a special honor to be the first commenter. Thanks!
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!