Symphony No. 5

Curious inspiration crafting visions on paper

Swallow me whole letters untold

Ache in the wake of my eyes

In the openings of my mouth, stir souls

The words you wished you said, reckless in their purist of more

Burn bold like bullet holes through better men

Sweet whispers of wind

Shape me into the spaces which I belong in

Caress my vision

I try my hand at poetry

Just to see how it goes for me

Just to see

I feel the earth tremble when I speak of my grief

Curious inspiration crafting visions on paper

Swallow me whole letters untold

- G.D.C.