Saturday, 28 September 2013

Severance

And old unfinished poem I wrote in another lifetime, recently found in the moth infested pages of my old diary.


By what coins shall this debt be paid,
By what currency this loan be settled.
By what act shall atonement be achieved, and
By what valor shall this friendship be bought.



I don't know why I wrote nor what prompted these words, But somewhere they connect to me, like sons to father and creation to creator.