The cloak


when sadness strikes

it cracks my mind

opens up wound inside

salty crystals venomously

and erratically dilates

from main pulsing muscle

attempting to paralyse

suck the air from lungs

 I wear my cloak

you wove the other night

to ease my pain to see the light

every thread brigs me back to life

threads of tender words and gentle hugs

~ od damls na 27 junija, 2012.

4 komentarji to “The cloak”

  1. Sadly gorgeous words…loved the language…it rolled.

  2. so gorgeous and transforming, Mateja

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