Just a lil’ poem that sorta popped into into my brain as an idea to fool around with.
Breach
underground, alone, in prison,
coffin heaves, absent prism;
lofty goals, so out of reach,
a life to lead, a need to breachthrough the crack, it’s warm, the sun,
with which it must become as one,
it knows only, that it needs
to break the mold, to leave the seedthe ground is waning, weeping, losing
to the gaining, sleeping, fusing;
drowning, drench and soaking flood,
one breath is snatched from cradled mudbreaking free the shell succombs
yielding to which is to come;
a dance with heavens intertwined,
within a canopy of timeonward, upward, breaching sky
by lurching, listing, growing high
as rings that sing of countless age
that tell the tales of wars wagedbreathing life back into all
the children shake, break free and fall
bittersweet and through the blue,
it all begins, again, anew