A.W. Books & Poetry

Deepest regards to those lives

Smothered in ink and ignorance.

You can run but you can never hide.

Inconsistencies on parchment,

Are synchronicities of heartache,

A true sign of honest times.

I expose breast and cry “strike true”,

But you, blue daffodil, just embrace me,

And I mistake my folly for security,

For with dagger in hand you trace,

The weakest spot of skin on my back,

To seal my fate,

And in plunges the Damascus-

Lines in the steel quivering like

Grins at a processional-

And fall, I must,

Because a hope lost

Means loneliness is but a cost

But the true meaning of it all.

~Annalise