Hope in Every Prayer.

cropped-large.jpg
Withered leaves
dot messily
around pavements
in my ghost towns

I
wash murmurs
with tacit
reminisces.

wonders
never cease
and I sank deep
wallowing in
unbleached lies,
plummet,
scratching
open wounds.

Left to bleed,
my knees sing
songs of long prayers;
unhinged,
I smile at
each glow…

There is hope
in every cup of hands
milking fresh
bliss
from luminescence.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s