I am lost to the power
that would shape your heart
to a confident beat,
that would cradle your fear
in an open window,
that would take the guilt
upon which your innocence hangs.
LOST CHILD
Published inTwitter Poems
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
I am lost to the power
that would shape your heart
to a confident beat,
that would cradle your fear
in an open window,
that would take the guilt
upon which your innocence hangs.