Wraeth Poetry

Loyalty

should I take a knee

to swear fealty to the sight 

of you standing above me

to the knowledge that 

I am the only one

who could, who would 

should I heave

upon the knowledge

that I killed myself 

for you 

that only I was willing 

to stand with you 

always behind you

beneath you

never at your side

Devotion

I will take comfort

in the fact that 

I do not remember

when I learned to crawl 

instead of walk 

when I used my hands to 

service 

instead of hold 

when my eyes

learned to not 

meet your own

Death

I will pretend

the road which lead my

body to reject yours 

was lovely, was green 

was never before traveled

as if I do not know

it is an infinite

circular path

repeating 

I have burnt this trail 

into the earth 

into the palms of my hands

walking it since 

the day I met you