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) - Published: September 25th, 2023 23:21
- Comment from author about the poem: what do you think i wrote?
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 4
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.