• lvpoet64 9w

    Morning

    Voices of the day
    Scream themselves into existence

    Gripped to the last strand of chaos
    Knowing your existence meant nothing
    Whist the Night knew your name

    Are you Free to feel the Sun against your flesh?
    Are you Free to know the coming of the yet unknown?
    Are you Free?

    Morning rise and claim your glory
    Tell me all that I should know
    Show me what this place should owe me.

    Name me
    So I may have a Soul.
    ©lvpoet64