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by Beki
Rated: · Poetry · Other · #1228741
A poem of raw emotion, bleeding between lines
Belong

The birds whisper upon the cloud
A blanket for the cold sky
I gaze up among the trembling earth
And feel their wings beat upon my mouth

The thorns gather at my bare feet
and twist amongst the mud running there
It rips as I pull them free
I hold what’s left out stretched to the sea
Like my broken skin, it’s not wanted
The wind gives it back, it’s yours take it
It has no place here

My mouth is dry, my eyes are black
I move from here, for I bare no face
Rain begins to fall, black begins to burn
The rips and cuts open,
the thunder begins again
The birds return and peck out my soul
They fly away, to the hole in my eyes

Blood of a child lays cold on my hands
The colour of red is gone
What’s left is hollow face
There you are, where did you go
Close your palm, hold me tight
Hold on, because I love you
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