I know to call him back
To my doorstep, to myself.
He knows I’ll welcome him
With wide opened arms..
Once he had touched my lips
As a small white tablet
Before I could taste him
Didn’t know why he retrieved.
Now my ways are dark
Past is burning in throat
When days ahead rumble to frighten me
I know I should call him back…
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Simple and sweet
Deep existential waters are navigated by this oblique ,concise work.
Dark and deep!
Deep thought executed through this concise work.
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