The Centre

Sep 16, 2022


Photo by Rebecca Orlov | Epic Playdate on Unsplash

I told you the story
of how I lost my way
went around the same grove
to find my forgotten say
I reminded the sky
I won’t pass the flame
to another meek hand
I’ll hold on to it
till it no longer cries

Oh dear, the little bird
Out of cage, flying alone
meeting the sky
bellowing tears
but the rain hasn’t come yet
no one would notice

The lovely scars
marks fleshless bones
scurrying truths, haunted alleyways
choking lies with glee
as we stand again at the centre
waiting for the key




I love writing, music and grapes