I can offer the most delicate flowers
Bleed this pale skin to the Gods
Light a thousand candles
But no sacrifice
No bottle of tears
Can bring you back.
No ritual will suffice
To revive your breath
But still I hear you
Within the air of infinity.
This poem is dedicated to the friends and family I've lost over the years. June 22nd was the year anniversary of my father's passing. Pushing through each day a breath at a time.
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Sending out gratitude.
Shadow & Starlight,
Onyx
