Poetry

Poetry materialised from the moment
that sadness swallowed me whole;
from the time I looked out on a summers day,
with eyes that cannot forget winter.
The words that flow from my pen
are saturated in pain;
a beautiful pain that allows me to
undress my soul of its flesh.
Each morning I awake with new wounds
made from shards of my broken dreams,
and despite my smile, my eyes cannot lie;
for I smell the sadness like
the earthy perfume after a storm.
My words will take me further than
the realms of this world and beyond;
for on moonless evenings,
the stars shed tears to hear
the poems carried on the breath of night.
But, still I do not devastate my heart with tears
but with love.
It is not that I cannot fly,
it’s just that I fly in the dark.