Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Don't ask me how I am 
Each time a chipping of my shell
That question 
So brash, so intrusive, so chaffing 
Like sand paper to my skin 

Don't ask me how I am 
Each time a dying ember in my heart of mind 
You don't know 
The many years i've blown this coal in smolder 
How precious I know the life of fire to be
I hold it in uterine ward 
Where not another soul can see 


Don't ask me how I am 
Each time a shower on my web 
Beating the lines i'd sewn with finesse 
Ive always taken care to never be seen again 

Don't ask me how I am 
I'm reeling in memory 
Diving deep when the moon allows
Remembering pieces of this road I've walked
Yet all the same, the eternal moment I belong to