Restless Soul

The restless soul
Not in league with
Power
Suffers
Suffers exponentially

The twilight waters
They dance
As the wind
Makes them
Puppets of wind
Yet
In their twilight
Eyes
There's
Beauty of redemption.


My figure
Fades
Fades
And you
My Monsignor
Don't recognize it

by Emmanuel George Cefai

Comments (1)

The diction is a bit abstract in some lines and the language is very poetic. I like what you have done here. Keep it up! Thanks!