As I lay..

Injured in captivity,

I float through

The thorny fields.

Fields of love

Fields of flames 

Trapped behind

The bittersweet games,

The raven caws

As darkness falls

In qualmy whispers 

My name it calls..

The comforting fragrance 

Of yesterdays venom.

Comforts my soul

In its darkest shalom.

I smile again..

This hymn I know..

It’s the tune that left

my heart so sore.


© chaosxd • 2017 Qualm


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