Lullaby

Sleep, love
Let the colors that you breathe by day
Now smother you at night,
Drink this elixir
This morsel of mind
For the dark grey of the world
Is never going to fade
And every pillar of your passion
Cradling the sky
Once again, shall be unmade,
And left in ruin
Like a fabled vagabond
Lost along it’s way
With words that clatter
Upon an iron tongue
But has nothing to say
Sleep, love
Before you awake
To the world and her dream
And find the silence holding your heart
Break, and begin to scream.

Author: TheHumanAnvil

I find poetry as a gentle reminder, a medium to relay and dwell upon all things considerate people find inconsiderate. Poetry as an art is akin to a lamp or a magnifying glass. It trails volumes of meaning behind obscure, vague words. I have been writing for a time now, and intend to do so for the time to come. And hopefully, hopefully, hope that one day, someday, a person stumbling across this veil of words, find it alluring enough to shift aside the curtain and peer, into the eyes of the naked truth which sways with the wind of reason. If you have any thoughts, it would be my pleasure to know them, if you don't then it would be a pleasure to not. Be my guest. This feast of words is for you. View all posts by TheHumanAnvil

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