Totompole

[The second]

totompole

lose your balance
lose your way
slip off the edge
drowned you will stay
silk and cotton brings ships of sin
black and the sun
pulling them in
not much to cover
let it begin

honey, love and mud
coming down from above
still we tried
yet we’re denied

all of the colors
all that were eyed

we can’t help ourselves
to protect the blessings much longer
the stench of our death
grows and grows
sweeter and stronger

hallowed

you were a little boy
you were a little girl
running with laughter
through golden fields

and i was an island
feeling so good to be leaving

rds
the second

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Wow...formatting on this (i.e. varying line lengths, all lower case), plus simple but powerful word choices, makes it a very cool read, despite what I'm feeling as tragic substance..

[The second]

Thank you p i had some time off t write