in our times of fury,
we roll in our wretched despair.
our skin drenched in the hate,
as it drips from our swollen bodies
over wounds laid bare.
we shout and we scream.
our anger scratches against the sky,
our words hiss as they mark the stars
and as we claw and rip and tear everything apart,
in the darkness we then cry.
we cry for what is broken,
in shaking fear that it cannot be fixed.
in the glowing ambers of our storm
we hunger for what now is missed.
Monday, 27 February 2012
mark the stars
Hello there! I'm Millie, the country girl living in a city built on sugar. When I'm not in the kitchen baking I can be found having a picnic and drinking strawberry tea... This blog is where I share my vegan recipes, so please grab a blanket and have a read, then grab your wooden spoon and get baking!
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I am absolutely horrible at poetry, but I really, really liked this. I am able to relate to it on so many levels.
Is there any way I can steal this from you? You have just inspired me to re-do an entire post I was thinking about doing.
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