Grave Side Fire Light – Unhinged Poem

Miracle miles on the last leg of a whisper,

you see the stars but ignore the purpose,

we sing songs lost of meaning,

a winters smile that hides the darkness of the deceiver,

my call alone sounds like a silent tear drop,

I crave.

we crave,

forgiveness of a drawn on lie,

we crave,

I crave,

holes once empty in the grave yard…