
the wailing i've heard
comes from deep and dark places
where even the angels
will turn down their faces
.
there's uniqueness underwater,
a chill in the air
we shouldn't underestimate
the songs no one shares.
.
keep your eyes open
your hand on the pulse
that throbbing's important
it's what holds us all close.
.
remember the wailing
the diamonds underground
it's worth the distance
if you get to be loud.
.
forcefully reckoning
with each zap of guilt
but their falseness means nothing
to the dreams you've built.
.
chirping and humming
the flicking of sand
the dunes will talk
as though the world's in your hand.
.
think about the past;
how far you've journeyed
and find joy from the diamonds
budding from your heart.
~
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask π±
Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology π«Άπ
AI is not art.


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