Feed the still..
Art by – Instagram -@septembrenell
@bookaboutyou
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,
Yesterday.
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.
©reserved.
This was so deep. I loved it and I love the picture you chose. It matched the poem so perfectly.
Hey , really glad that you liked it.
Thank you so much.
Stay blessed😊
Intense…👌👌👌❤
Thank you eliza😘
Yr welcome..☺
Goodnight😘😘😘
Brilliant.
Thank you 🙂
Wow this is truely amazing. Your use of language is incredible. You know you’ve met a true poet when you’re left with an open mouth – a bouquet of dissembled emotions pouring out.
I look forward to reading more of your work!
I really appreciate your laudation,
That means a lot to me, beautiful. Thanks much.
Yes true, an open mouth and the silence in dark works together, speaks reality.
Really respect that,
Stay blessed😊
This post could detail so much more 🙁 Are you going to expand on it sometime?
You come across a bit out of touch-you ought to explain better?