desolation is just a word
desolation is just a feeling
it’s nothing to do with me
yet i cry anyway
i plan to rise above it all
one of these days
when i can fill no more
when i begin to finally pour
let this last gasp elevate me
let this last gasp make me to soar
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
love ripped through your brightened veins
you wondered how much you could possibly take
the blood (a choir) roaring inside you
rushing to shape a song inside you
naught can be done to hasten the healing
but you have to know they’re only scars
and i love you, my homunculus
hurt and all
your voice was sandpaper’s rasp
no one understood, who among them could
blood in a cage, no doors inside you
no release for the song inside you
naught can be done to hasten the healing
but you have to know they’re only scars
and i love you, my homunculus
hurt and all
you’re loved, deplumed, so no more pretense
no longer can you be about mere survival
blooded for life, a kindling inside you
the filaments of song deep inside you
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
unbolt me 