Man of Bones


The words of desire

The freedom of unborn soul

Some moments of unsaid breathe

Yet a heavy heart made of bones

The broken arms and a newborn hope

Fighting with the shadows, poor man of bones

Burdened with tears and joy

Burdened with the hopes of people he love

Knocked down yet gets up again

Fights and fights the poor man of bones.

© An Empty Glass, 2015

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