the unsin

you see a stillness
almost marvel
at the tranquility
reassurances offered
genuinely meant
inside an anxiety
a tempest brewing
the pounding of pulse
echoes from eardrums
consumed by fantasy
to feel the warmth
of blood as it washes
the unsin from my hands
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s