like little puddle pieces
falling
to
the
ground.
His arms have embraced thorns,
his lips have swallowed-
hands have quaked-
shaken-
spirit sighed beneath the weight.
He is slumped
lost in empty bedrooms
silent, warmthless nights
as "a thousand eye-blue thoughts"
echo echo in his mind.
5 comments:
Gosh, this is beautiful.
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Oh! So, so gorgeous, Ever! I truly cannot express the amount of admiration I have for the description in this poem. <3
I'm in love with your words.
So beautiful yet written with so much agility.
thank you for sharing.
Regards
The PostMan
http://postcardsinthewind.blogspot.com/
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