What I'll Do

[Keith]

Tonight, I'll lay myself to rest
Inside the empty cave beneath my breast;
An altar, sacristy and tomb
Carved out from bones and blood and flesh.

I'll fill it up with songs that burn
My eyes yet soothe my soul in turn;
And memories that ache against
My ribcage, where they beat and churn.

Then, in this hollow home I'll grieve
'Til new tissues, tendons interweave -
Because you take my heart with you
Every time you leave.

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This is my first submission here, and the first poem I've written in a very long while. I would love encouragement, feedback, or constructive criticism.

I enjoyed this, the rhymes work and it feels like your hiding away, why not try a different approach with your last two lines, after all L2 sets up a home coming or end to the hiding. Best tOMH

This is an example of what I mean

Then, in this hollow home I'll grieve
'Til our tissued, tendons interweave -
and pull the grey from clouds inside,
burst bright lights on our reprieve.

Well something like that.