The barbaric I saw slew the heart vital,

Whose blood's smell tinged white weak buds.

Persons mourning and errantly stepping,

Until the spirit faded away to transparence.

Feeling across his hard top,

I am watching that

One part of my body left me behind standing without any move at where I've been.






  • Author: lvdgone (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 25th, 2023 23:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: what do you think i wrote?
  • Category: Spiritual
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