No Glory

Wisdom knocking at your door
Wisdom knocking at your door

Neglect. Dishonor. Wisdom.


I dream of you

You sing me blues


I tickle your soul

You burst my veins


Crippled autumn leaf

Immersed in morning dew


Winds have come

To take me away

But I`m all wrapped up

In all your glory


Laving at your feet

Humiliation in escalation

Blissful days will turn up

Except here with you


©Copyright Pearlmacb 2012. All Rights Reserved.


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charlesxavier04 4 years ago from London

Love the line about burst veins. Very visceral!


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pearlmacb 4 years ago from Switzerland Author

Thanks for your comment charlesxavier04! Im glad you got something out of this read! :)

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