My heart lies on the roadside
Cast aside by youth
in the search for truth
Left to rot, openly beating
Crying for the body , waiting for the scoop of angels
To place it in the breast of a lover
Gone it is now , in dust and smoke
Barely a stain left where it fell
No resurrection, no connection
No hot blood running through
But eaten by the crows.
Will it be found where it fell
Will life be breathed from the grains of hope staring to the heavens
Each passing day and night
Diminishing the chance of chance.
But chances hand may cast a shadow
That awakes the deep inside,
The hibernation.
Scraping the remains to form new life
Placing it in the open wound from whence it came
To fulfil its role , and beat again in the body lost
joining once more with its soul .
28/05/2022. 17:15- 17:45
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