Empty Wine Bottle

Unpublished pieces


You motivate me;
I can walk across the water,
feet like Jesus...
Mind like empty wine bottle.
Heart aching,
heart ripping...
You classify me;
Into boxes and walls,
lines and colours,
I can storm like thunder
across the dropping sun..
Mischief in my soul,
caressing my eyes
with flavoured water...
Murder in my dreams.
Death in my afterbirth...
You define me;
Methods of sleep that elude,
I am restored.
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