Isolated I cry,
Tears of flowers-
Blossoming, blooming
In hateful ignorance.
Creature of malignant taste,
I fear your swirling shapes.
In wisps of smoke they embrace my heart,
Hurling it down, your shadowy depths.
Nemesis will emerge
Shrouding his aura
Around the world in a dark halo,
Blackening their hearts in sinful nourishment,
Encompassing them all in the afterglow.
Trapped is my heart in that muddy ocean
That is deep inside you.
Free me of this misery,
This unbearable tragedy.
Cancerous growth multiplying indigenously.
How shall I bear keep watch of it all?
Frames of silence break the call of dawn.
Has it offered no rebuttal, no wake up call?
Slender, violent. Feel like twigs, but silent
When they snap, it comforts their morale.
Tender, yet deathly in appearance.
Falling again, in the depths of it all,
Swimming an impossibility.
Hope shall rise from those who dream.
Will we ever be free? From this animosity?
~Broken-hearted Beggar
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A LONESOME PATH
PoetryA compilation of emotive and thought-provoking poems, that pull away the veils and facades of what humans put on in front of the world, and pokes and prods at philosophical and societal concepts, mostly ending on a motivating or thoughtful note.
