Depth

in #poetry7 years ago

My darkest demon turned into my deepest passion
Sets me free
I flow freely
Like the strokes of the pen
It's the only way to feel you here with me
I imagine all of your adventures
Your rough feet and oily hair
Tents, tweakers, ticks
Sunny days and a foggy haze
How do you live like this, Mother?
Less shattered forms save your soul
I could set you free
But you leave me be