Poignant Pose
1 min readFeb 12, 2020
A poignant pose
On a worthy cause
A crusade far far away
Hell bent, never to flutter
Therein lies the beauty
Of the paradox within
Come unto me, but if do so thee
Relinquish that which was relished
Tether tether inviolably
A knot for every cringe of the past
Mark the words, tame the crave
Carry forward the whiff of the draft
Tread upon sands of time
Sail along winds of breath
But disappear not You please
For there shall be, will always be
Prints of ache in the void
