Harold Bloom Quote

Written soul is called poetry

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.