All Moments Are One by Alchemicalinourworks - A Poem from Tumblr


 * My hands are soft and covered in my own honey,
 * Dug deep and with precious, loving skill.


 * You aren’t here. No one shares these moments,
 * So empty and nebulous but the definition of
 * “Finding yourself” is reserved for those of us
 * With a stomach for suffering. My view of the truth
 * So deep that it forces shivers from our sleep
 * And blood choked whispers that rise and fall
 * With the indifference of my peers in this
 * Sultry and lonely July.


 * My eyes register optical illusions and I known
 * That I cannot truly be seeing my face in
 * Empty stares from voiceless men and women.


 * My honey flows from my body and it is nothing
 * Like the sweet boon of yesteryear.
 * It is wormwood on my tongue, splitting the heavens
 * With a descent to echo in between the words
 * Written of an isle were brave men face their final moments
 * In solitude, hoping in faith for life eternal.