Feed the still..

Art by – Instagram -@septembrenell


Arcane my ink,
For i write my blood,
Don’t seep, don’t cry,
Stay – lurch words of my.

Live my poesy of dark,
As alive as dead,
Birth in my perdition,
Enclosed in my envision.

A mirror of tarnished ,
Discern the untold alexithymia ,
Like a Thavma without her power,
For my mirth, lay me a flower.

I who envisage,
Future of past, present of tomorrow,
Hark to the tuneless rhythm of my sorrow.

Crown your fibs,
As a flower chosen.
Stars beneath you,
Green, red: coloured it blue.

Next when you stare my eyes,
Don’t fall, its deep.
Let it wipe alone and wane,
It will cut deeper: your sane.



I write what i see, and feel what i breathe. Poetics, Realism is what i bathe in. Hope do i not that you see my words than just read?

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