Rains of Love in the Deep
A Thirst for the Unreachable Sky
Love rain—
but I am chained where light drowns.
In the closeness of doom where maybe groans through rotted heaven half-opened.
A forsaken storm hungers for the licked breath of hell’s starved water.
Love rain—
But here, in the middle of the seawalk, no drop falls into my broken palms.
Hell craves for the open pomegranate clouds.
And, the thighs for the sad skies flood.
Love rain—
And, I, me the shadow that has merged into water from bronzed salt.
The fetters remain shut and the rusted doors that cover, my voice is a song.
About the Creator
LUCCIAN LAYTH
L.LUCCIAN is a writer, poet and philosopher who delves into the unseen. He produces metaphysical contemplation that delineates the line between thinking and living. Inever write to tellsomethingaboutlife,but silences aremyway ofhearing it.
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Fantastic work
🩸well done son