Carry my weight for I am feathers.
Bury my late with all that matters.
Suffer my ache, pretend i care.
Search for sorrow, present my heir.
Freefall at my cost, discard my remains.
For all that is lost, my mind keeps me sane.
Lose what is found, establish what is lost.
My soul was salvaged, but at what cost?







Beautifully penned, Drieks. Your words always have such wonderful flow my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian! 🙏🏻
Hoi hoi
Beeldschoon.
Although, I must admit, I had to check the dictionary for the meaning of the title of this poem.
I’ll be back tomorrow for another eyeful of beauty!
Thank you for making/posting this.
Kind regards, Gus
Thank you so much Gus! I love revisiting poems too.
How could I have missed this?
I find beauty in your pain, I’d like you to know that, girl💕
Thank you Mary 💕