Lighting the darkness
Out of the light and into the realism,
Vocalizing the way this wind whispers against these lips
Igniting the energy resting idle in nimble finger tips
Netting is so simplistic
Given the right, and precise tools, it may mold the perfect history
History, how much the past compensates with and for
In time, the present is un-wrapped and,
Mailed to a time where we're all-
Marked and branded like a select breed of cattle. .
Annexed and secluded,
Knitting wool memories so that love
Elapses into something warm and fuzzy!
Stitches look so ugly, when compared to things crocheted.
Mild, timid, sensitive,
You have shown all these attributes to the little child inside of me.
Here, in this room, everything is utterly emptied.
Every poem and story of purgatory
Agony, so silent, I can feel the skeleton within this body-
Ripping through the
Tendons showing me that the purity of clarity can truly affect me.