Veins glow white with
energy of the lost.
Sorrow is left hanging
in the midst of its
life.
But, Fear not,
that surge of relief
is invisible to the eye,
only the mind can find them.
Veins glow white
with energy of the
lost.
Sorrow is left hanging
in the midst
of its fear.
Fear not.
You feel the surge of relief,
invisible to eye
but never, to the
mind.
Wax Poetic 