As though I drank your jagged shadow
and couldn't spit it out
After many days
I didn't know, from nowhere
you would come and rake my heart
rake my heart
again
As though I swallowed your beaten spirit
and couldn't gulp it down
After many days
I didn't know, from nowhere
you would come and stroke my heart
stroke my heart
again
As though with you, I chewed away some of me
and couldn't tell us apart
After many days
I didn't know, from nowhere
we would come and probe my heart
probe my heart
like many days back.
Shringi
January 30, 2017
Painting: After Many Days by Thomas Hart Benton
Wrote the poem while listening to 'The Robin's Jar' by My Brightest Diamond
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hL3xTt-cvSU


