Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Darragh's Trust

Darragh

Rests impaled on the pikes of the heart thieves. 
Walks from beside myself to greet my soul.
Lays at your feet trusting gentle foot fall.

Like
A cheap oriental rug bare to dirty feet. 
Scorned raven feathers plucked for nests of doves. 
A wounded heart with a dagger stuck in it's back. 
Preaching hypocritical words of wisdom. 

Melding mind and heart as one. envisioned

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