Sitting on black stones,
to feel the global angst,
and doing nothing.
Good or bad, time
takes revenge. You will
always blame self.
Like grapevine,
everyone wants to climb the
moon in pitch dark.
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Author:
satishverma (
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Grapevines don't grow in the dark. They need sunlight.
Poetry, depicting
the grapevine of outed: Trust
betrayal's whispers, in the dark
aiming for the moonlight
of ambition's thread marks;
voicing
our lacking capacity, to comprehend and empathise
with all the abundant suffering, that surrounds...
this be inking of poetic tears
a cry of despair
for the trajectory of humanity
in our perpetuated abyss of stagnated
'black stones
globalised Angst
of Nothingness'
(a great write
thanks for sharing
Guru!)
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