On the broken wings
Of my being
From the shallow gasps
Of borrowed time
Of bleeding scars
Of bleeding stars
Under bleeding skies
Of our divine
On the insights
Of my misguidings
Off erratic attacks
Of my whole
From the shallow gasps
Of borrowed time
Of bleeding scars on my heart
Of bleeding stars in my eyes
We will rise
Tribulations will leave us crowned
Broken kings of broken lands
Ashes
Dust in my lungs
Lives
Pouring from my mouth
© J. James Martinez
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