My heart lies on the roadside 

Cast aside by youth 

in the search for truth

Left to rot, openly beating

Crying for the body , waiting for the scoop of angels 

To place it in the breast of a lover

 

Gone it is now , in dust and smoke

Barely a stain left where it fell

No resurrection, no connection 

No hot blood running through 

But eaten by the crows.

 

Will it be found? Where it fell

Will life be breathed from the grains of hope staring to the heavens

Each passing day and night

Diminishing the chance of chance.

 

But chances hand may cast a shadow

That awakes deep inside the hibernation 

Scraping the remains to form new life 

Placing it in the open wound from whence it came 

To fulfil its role , and beat again in the body lost and join again with its soul . 

 

28/05/2022.  17:15- 17:45