Woven

Ah, where do I belong?
Oh traitorous soul,
In this page turning of self
And loathing.
Where made up words
Fell mighty oaks
In between the listless and the broken.

Ah, where do I belong?
Wanting more than empty boxes
And fallow, vacant songs
That can’t be sung.
Their five minute rhymes
Of paper thin lives
That die in print before they’re fully spoken.

Ah, where do I belong?
With the Golems and the shades
That walk between the cracks
And all the flaws,
To heed the world in colours
And touch the sky with stars
And ink the page with all the years not woven.

Copyright ©RMC Feb 2019

For #freethoughtthursday

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