child of Immensity
you who cry in furtive corners, fiercely, why
do you know
pure gold is showering upon you
in the strangest hour
when you are abandoned, kicked
silently under the tables
of seeming grace.
one day the reel will break
the film not take your image anymore
and you will be at Heaven's door
and you will see with your own eyes
all that you felt inside
and became a bruise
bloom like a rose
bloom like a rose
Eternal
mary angela douglas 15 december 2016
you who cry in furtive corners, fiercely, why
do you know
pure gold is showering upon you
in the strangest hour
when you are abandoned, kicked
silently under the tables
of seeming grace.
one day the reel will break
the film not take your image anymore
and you will be at Heaven's door
and you will see with your own eyes
all that you felt inside
and became a bruise
bloom like a rose
bloom like a rose
Eternal
mary angela douglas 15 december 2016
