Restoration

Restoration

A Poem by Bookworm1223

tired
leaden limbs
head swims
sweet honey waves
whelming back and forth
tidal
primal
fill me with smoke
let the blackness creep in
don't feel it
wash it away
I am absolved
I tingle
I ache
I live
I die
feel the hunger
beating my lungs
molten hands
pressing deep
starved for air
leave me in this limbo
breath spills forth
I am restored
must I always be restored?

© 2019 Bookworm1223


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Added on February 19, 2019
Last Updated on February 19, 2019