The Endless White

This is a quick poem I knocked up for my first post; to get a feel for how this website works.

The Endless White

Tethered wire I walk the path
bless her death neither sigh nor laugh
I melt the grey with love of myrrh
feathered sky warm cloth of fur

so you bled, on my way for it sways
the greed,
the misery,
she cannot wait, she cannot scream
but quiet thoughts live in her dream
I know now how it must seem,

so simple,
blind for all to see, yet we wait?
we wait and you claim,
for that I'm not to blame?
that I'm not far from reason,
loves tantric mood of season,

to only end with hate and treason