PoAttic

For my faith, that sometime wavers, I apologise; I wish, I was patient I realise. You were my lord, my saviour, I am dark, you are the sunrise. I bribed, my lord: I lusted, granted wrong favor Ashamed, I Can’t

A thundering heart and a calm countenance that hides, agony of parting . A dry mouth and wet eyes, dreams, that erode the lines of the existent and fairy-tale . The elusive looks, hinting of elysiums in his arms, among

I buried my heart in a pot of gold It lay there all gushing and warm, I locked it tight and looked back once At its beating form. . I hide the key in my folds Sorted my alarm, My

Both can twist a fate Be it love or be it death Death is but a smidgen kinder A fair, if cold but a just minder Some say, love is a bed of roses A muse for poems and flighty

I have come far from the maddening world   that curdled ort of ardours buried   And claws gnarled. I have come far   It is quiet here, esoteric almost my happy place   pain is less so are the