wandering

Wandering
August 8, 2007
msa

My heart has broken
into thousands of pieces
Blood pours from the bruised and
tattered edges of my soul
And pain should enshroud me
yet all I am is numb,
able to feel nothing

Without your soul here
to hold me
my own cannot fly
Without you
I am incomplete
I am lost,
left destitute
to stand among the remnants
of a thousand daydreams

Take me with you
Hide me away
in your soul forever
Drink my tears of blood
My love your sustenance
The remnants of my soul
your comfort…

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Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.