Filtered Feelings
I’ve not been living for me
since that day my eyes had a feast
on those delicate covetures
seeped in acme, ensconced structure
bleeding souls surviving gores
dug by those swords you call eyeballs.
wish I could live like there’s nothing:
draped feelings damped in celibacy,
but those smiles melt the zeal
wish I could ignore you
but the atmosphere your silence drew
severed my attention, into pining blew
I wish I could be myself again:
cureless crave of a caged bird fretting for rain.
19:10:28:18:57
Ancestral Trail 