Amnesia of the pain,
Comes at the aftermath
Of the walks in deserts
And I am tongue tied,
Like the silence felt
In spilt seconds before impact
The forest woods
Are thick with hedges,
Scratch marks, lay siege on flesh
Edged on, road's paths
By that burning desire
An antidote to the pain felt
The fields lie in wait, of pasturers
Past, the obstacle course drawn
Destiny lies in different strokes...
And this is my burning desire
My saviour parie
My burning desire
Comes at the aftermath
Of the walks in deserts
And I am tongue tied,
Like the silence felt
In spilt seconds before impact
The forest woods
Are thick with hedges,
Scratch marks, lay siege on flesh
Edged on, road's paths
By that burning desire
An antidote to the pain felt
The fields lie in wait, of pasturers
Past, the obstacle course drawn
Destiny lies in different strokes...
And this is my burning desire
My saviour parie
My burning desire
And I am tongue tied,
ReplyDeleteLike the silence felt
In spilt seconds before impact - love that verse
A beautiful write.
ReplyDeleteA rich exploration of experience. Memorable. - bill
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of the burning desire cancelling pain - I like that so much!
ReplyDeleteThere was a softness in this that I really enjoyed.
vivid imagery.
ReplyDeletesmart sentiments...
A++
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