W-`ounds

In the simplest of moments
and stillness of many a starry nights
old wounds reopen
standing in between our here and there
between our trauma and rebirth
between never ending death and life

A.k 17

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LighT

for how long will you strike your home,

feeling as the darkness spill onto this carpet.

You’ve cursed yourself at the behest of this darkness,

 this atrocious thing you insist on carrying,

that you forgot the call of Light you carry

Did it make your being bloom and glow at this insistent strike

Do you not feel its sheer terror at your breathing Light?

Hold on….

Ak.17

Wish

I wish i didn’t feel the way i do for you.  

That dreams of you do not follow me into the dead of the night…

that the embers of dawn did not carry your name in their midst


I have prayed that your kiss was not the nourishment i crave, 

that your touch wasn’t the calm to my soul

That we never made fire, 

that these scalding tears were not real 


But most of all, i wish you didn’t have to leave me…

Again…