What justice in the heart of stone
darkness in the lights of home
what do you know of the push and pull
others claim me as a simple tool
the soul's death kept at bay
kept in the catalyst here to stay
If you could know me in the dark,
breaths could never be felt apart
Birch-made torches light the night
make out small figures with its fiery blight
No, you don't know what the wind brings
you just hear it in the leaves that sing.
Holy are the nights that glow
its all contained in the rock I show
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Kayla McIntosh
Personal tell-all pieces: Word of the Day and Jail Journal. Secret poet on the side. ( I don't use Ai to write any posts, everything is done manually. )
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Lovely poem!!
Beautiful!! I really enjoyed the read!
This poem is such a thought-provoking exploration of the themes of justice, darkness, and the self. Wow!