Thursday, 17 March 2016

Title: Whatever


Title: Whatever

Energies scowl, smooth
impulsive bell-ringers call
coldly, bleak cherries

adolescent pauses
impish barren jaguars blow
prudently snide stare

Look to nightly skies
pouring from your
heart and lips
Sitting down to dine

The bitterness of
your cold eyes
My blood won't
make me forget
this nightmare

I must escape
my wounds I
can't tear myself
from the darkness

torn paper children
ending begins
when I died
Tear-stained
face calling.

-----------------------------
Poetry by Rev.Bola
[Mar.2016]
------------------------------

No comments:

Post a Comment