Skip to main content

Mourning the death of our love...


My heart is reduced to shards of broken glass
I can't see the beauty of flowers in a vase
Seems like my life essence is mixed with vile chemicals
that could be used to clean the floor
And the warm glow inside has gone out thro' the door
I feel like I've swallowed embers of burning coal
That constrict my breath; this ship's crashing into shore
My eyes burn like a funeral pyre
And mourn the death of our love, its fire.
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

#Pinthecreep, honey!

A girl walks down a busy street And is leered at by some creep A catcall, a rude remark, a whistle, Making her in her discomfort, bristle Girls are often mocked and taunted And they find it hard to carry on, undaunted Let’s put an end to this #streetharassment The next time a jerk tries to act funny #pinthecreep, honey!
Post a Comment
Read more

Gripped by Death

My body is fed eatables But that's not food for the soul My soul lies crushed Like a forgotten handkerchief  From a bygone era I feel gripped by death in every pore of my being And the negativity rises Like a wave's crest I envy those who truly live They are really blessed
Post a Comment
Read more

#Colours

Perspectives change Over time People change their colours at will Like chameleons in the garden Or like rainbows in the sky Except that such sights in nature are a joy to behold While in humans it is not
Post a Comment
Read more