My days are cold and the nights colder.
Inside of me there’s a hatred that warms me,
A blanket at night keeping me alive
Children walking barefooted are heavy thuds
Sinking in my heart, lost and forgotten, Atlantis—
I still believe; hope still shimmers in distance.
A serrated knife cutting bones, a screwdriver
Stuck between a fence-assembling machine
Are just sounds in tune [...]
Categories: Darkness and silence, If only you knew, Poetry, When it comes to love
Tagged: dadness, darkness, faith, hope, lonliness, love, weep