Charms of the Flesh

Jason Fairhurst Wall

They hang from my neck like reminders of innocence lost, never-had, regained; a life once-fully-immersed inside gems of blind degredation... and wonder now consumes me. A subtle patience fills me: one born and brewed long ago- detracted and derailed in a countless measure... but it now fills me. All has been tested. All has been tried but love unwavering- both staid and unconditional... and though the gems remain, they serve as a greater reminder: I was never what I had become. And now, I let that suffer and fade. And I can live above the charms- for I have been Remade. Jfw

2018-10-12 04:11:09

Інші вірші поета

Untitled Held in a Dream That Never Was Untitled Is Whom Around in Where

Інші поети

Bai Hwar

@ymoea104

Ethanio Oberon

@ethanio_oberon

Brisée 彡

@Reinrim

Схожі вірші

Всі

وردةٌ قبِيحة

تُومِي.

و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟

3382

I Saw a Dream

Ілва Стрілецька

I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.

102

16666