Know it.


Don’t I know it,
those burned bits of you
left smoldering in the air
waiting for the brimstone to come
almost recklessly awaiting the ease of sorrow
whilst knowing the pain it will bring.

Don’t I know it,
those lost shattered fragments
that cut deep into palms
and leave a copper goodbye letter.
Horrifying last images
of a soul that deserved better.

Don’t I know it,
Those low down blues.
Those torn up shoes
that cannot find a solid memory
to help them walk forward.
Ease them with more soul.

Don’t I know it,
those tired shoulder slumps
that wreck your helpless heart
and threaten to dim the spark
that is a mind in tremble.
A bird that cannot sing.

Find these fingers.
Clasp these hands.
Lean upon these strong shoulders
built just for you.
Turn around and see instead
the mirror of my loving.
You are not alone.
Don’t you know it?

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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