Patience
I'm tired of waiting
waiting
for the epiphany
through the mailbox,
the knock at the door.
Open your ribs now
and show me -
is there really a star
pulsing
in that bloody sarcophagus?
waiting
for the epiphany
through the mailbox,
the knock at the door.
Open your ribs now
and show me -
is there really a star
pulsing
in that bloody sarcophagus?
posted by burning moon at 4:46 PM
2 Comments:
Very cool kid, the opening gives no indication of what is to come.
Love the last line, so strong.
I was unsure about that last line actually. I thought maybe it was a bit over the top. I also have a feeling I may have used it before somewhere, but no idea where ... and I'm not trawling through 1700 poems to find it, so I'll just have to live with it I guess.
I'm glad you liked it though. Makes me feel a bit better about it.
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