Loosed Arrows.

A remastering,
of such forgotten arts,
as those of loosed arrows,
leaving holes in my heart.

The rekindling,
of old smoldered flames,
as those of loosed arrows,
shooting darts at my name.

The reawakening,
of long-sleeping eyes,
as those of loosed arrows,
punching holes through the lies.

A remembering,
of shadows left behind,
like those of loosed arrows,
become lodged in my mind.

A reintroduction,
to the days behind me,
as those of loosed arrows,
are shot through both knees.

2 thoughts on “Loosed Arrows.

  1. Simon says:

    Those loosed arrows have really got you bad.
    How’s things? Miss chatting with you 💋

  2. This makes me think of the philosophy of Jinba Ittai.