Short poem

So it appears I will be posting everything here. This is the first of the poetry installments. They will be random and may be 10 a day and none for 10 days. This is the state of my muse at the moment.


Only We Know

I’d bleed to breathe
The air you’ve long discarded.
This life and that
Are strange dreams of each other
Where all is well
And all is ruin.
Suffering is the connection,
Misery the material,
Love the breath of life
But our Joy, though fleeting,
Is so potent as to spawn a world
That only we know.