Egress.

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 20, 2016


Am I your mockingbird?

For I bleed your indigo
arias as you enchant
the universe.

I am dying in this
body. My skin - ashen,
my throat - raw,
my heart - numb.

Yet when I chant
of us, my last grasp
at immortality, the
last chord of winter,
my veins bloom
and your lyrics become
branded on my most
bruised remains.

I echo you, not
just to live, but to
remember who it was
that first gave my soul
wings.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Cindy

    This is really very sad. Your words tug at the heart. Love the metaphors.
    Great job!
    Take care
    Cindy