bliss: perfect happiness; great joy
one hand on my frail arm the other covering my drooping eyes as we walk further and further away from the place we used to called home;
the giddy smile filling my mouth disappears once our feet are tired, backs hunching, wrists dangling awkwardly; but we still endure the harsh winters and sweltering summers his hand still covering my eyes; soft encouragement spilling through his lips;
a place where we will be happy, he speaks a place where all our dreams will come true
i wonder if he knows that my eyes aren't shut i wonder if he knows i'm peering through the gaps in his thin fingers i wonder if he know i don't believe a word he says anymore
dried up concentric circles and bruised sand dunes unkempt sand and tufts of pale malnourished grass amongst us
is this what he meant?
the hot sun blushing against my mostly bare skin as we walk and walk or is it burning me? i can no longer tell
they're commanding me to s t O p, just let me go ----
please, please, please spare me from your unintentional spider-like web because you have made me rot you have made me a disgrace you have made me wish for the impossible
and yet here i am, waiting for our demise.
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okay. so it's been FOREVER since i've updated. by that i mean almost 5 months. and i am so, so sorry. i cannot express my sorrow enough. i hope you all understand (if you don't, that's okay, too).
truth is, i've been trying to come up with a decent poem for you guys since march, but none of them have come together like this one.
i would love your interpretations of this poem: what do you expect to happen to them? let me know in the comments, i love hearing your thoughts!
note: i think it is time to end this collection soon. shall i create another one? or would you all wait for my new novel? or both??? i am terribly indecisive. please let me know!
love you all, and thank you -
senuri x
p.s: im sorry if the format is all wrong - my computer doesn't seem to order it properly.
YOU ARE READING
inconspicuous
Poetrythe pain never really disappears, does it? it just becomes a dull throb in your heart. - a collection of negative & positive poetry. after all, life consists of both pain and happiness highest rank: #45POE cover: @oceanwaved
