Poems from adeepeningfog
The once natural hum of my person now metallic.
The once red blood of my heart now black.
A machine to be used and oiled and kept.
No...
I used to tend my hearth well.
I would alot kindling and fuel for their proper times, not allowing unfettered or undercultivated passion....
Unrequited love, a solemn name to place on such a passion.
Can my lion’s heart be contained in a canary cage?
Have I been deceived as to...
The waxen leaves stuck fast together from the ashen morning mist. Her feet, bare-footed, trod across the muddy ground. Through sunlit peaks...
Breathe in. Breathe out.
The mulling ocean waves pull away, only to be infinitely drawn back in. You trod along; barefoot in the pastel...