Poetry Thread/Journal/Writing Dump

[Emerald Isle]

Wanted to spare some of my thoughts here, ig. Not really much point to logging in anymore, and I want to use whatever nostalgia is left to convince myself to stay, maybe. Idk.

~*~

A winging shadow, lost in the night
Devours the world anew.

Light in the fragile morning
loses hope as the darkness
Swallows her whole.

Winter -- a sightless slayer of faith
Eats alive what may remain
In the bones of prayer and life.

And I, a passerby, count my days
Till the graves, wide open,
Devour me, too -- body and soul.

[Emerald Isle]

An itch, a scratch
An insatiable hunger.

It twitches in my fingers as my mind
goes blind to all but the rot
that decays and beckons in life anew.

I must forge, create, and breathe
into lungs bound by paper and ink
but real in the minds of all who stop
look and
read.