The whisper of a shadow song
Morning star no glory
just a story
I am just lived backwards
hidden track words
scars like lines across paper
can I save her?
I am not what you think
drinking from a cup of agony
no God can save me
but death won’t enslave me
I am midnight verse
nails won’t surrender to my skin
the truth they told you the lies worn thin.
from where I emerged
the blood surges
in my veins
these hands outstretched towards the sky
could be branches of trees
life is better taught when it dances
through bodies through knees
whether we can hear the music or not
we dance to the tunes of our ancestors
their dreams beat in our chests
and bless our minds and souls
sometimes I think their ghosts watch on
or are reincarnated into our songs.
love Andover poem of the day false hope?
Poem and commentary around the idea of hope formed from a short poem I wrote about a bird singing while being trapped in hell.