Familiar

Wither does a flower
and I find it familiar
that as it wastes away
so does a broken heart,
and I find it familiar.

Strong is the Leviathon
that from the depths
rises in all its power
but fails in compassion.
And I find it familiar.

Fall does the tower
untended to and old.
It stands tall in time
for a time then falls.
And I find it familiar.

Untested in the wild
a lamb shall be devoured
by the dark of night
in the grips of wolves.
And I find it familiar.

Love shall starve me
for familiar are the ways
life bends the path
leaving love in haze.

Yet hope, yet tender
yet those who let us smile
provide joy in hearts
in remarkable style.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. J.M. says:

    Thank you.

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