The Marrow
The wind from off the sea says nothing new The mist above me sings with its small flies From a burnt pine the sharp speech of a crow Tells me my drinking breeds a will to die What's the worst portion of this mortal life?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
One white face shimmers brighter than the sun When contemplation dazzles all I see; One look too close can take my soul away Brooding on god, I may become a man Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire; What burns me now? Desire, desire, desire
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
Godhead above my god, are you there still? To sleep is all my life. In sleep's half death My body alters, altering the soul That once could melt the dark with its small breath Lord, hear me out, and hear me out this day: From me to thee's a long and terrible way
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
I was flung back from suffering and love When light divided on a storm-tossed tree Yea, I have slain my will, and still I live; I would be near; I shut my eyes to see; I bleed my bones, their marrow to bestow Upon that god who knows what I would know
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026