Hidden in layers of mist
Fleeting sights of honesty
Morse code reverberates
‘Seek a little help’
I leave behind parts of me
To chase the revered unseen
The wound hurts
for the sake of hurting
‘Find me to heal’
The body wishes for sleep
The eyes for clarity
The mist offers none
Only rain brought to my feet
A luminous glimmer
of a possible crown of light
Alleviate the suffering
Elevate the airless misty white
All my damp feet feel are thorns
Can the crown of light
illuminate the crown of roses
and tell me there is
hope
and not like they say
a four lettered
word
Tell me there is meaning
even if it is in the form of
whispers of a mist
Tell me you exist
even if you can blow some
answers in the wind
This is REALLY clever, Rahul:
Thank you Ben. You have a great eye for noticing such things 🙂
this is great! 👏
Thank you Christy!
Answers blown in the wind
Leaning forward to hear
Listening with both ears
Praying for the crown of roses
Always there is HOPE!
Such nice words. Thank you and hope is always there 🖤
Yes!!