untitled poem VI
untitled poem VI
dim the blinding light,
scars strewn across my bloody face.
hearts and souls take flight,
away from this pretty place.
in and out the candlelight flickers,
a warmth to make the hearts smile.
a flash to make the flame snuff out,
come get high, just for a while.
that imperfect face on a pedestal,
that was loved just the same.
that familar place where we had all been,
that quizzical puzzling pain.
dim the blinding light,
i yearn for a taste of what’s beyond.
that thirst that consumes all of me,
that love that you might have never seen.
