Placed In Orbit

satishverma

Was very confused.
I was becoming poorer
everyday. The depletion was complete.
Polymorphous? Where do I find
the affinity with saneness? I
wanted to quit now,
drawing the faces of dead.

Farce embers,
in white fire. Climbing on a
fence for a fatal jump after
cavorting with drifting icicles
of blue eyes. Can you sleep-
walk in full moon? I am
ecstatic.White death has become my friend!

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 1st, 2017 22:45
  • Category: Nature
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Comments1

  • willyweed

    I know the feeling, deep write my friend.



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