A ball that rolls accross a plain
It leaves behind a trail of pain
A leaking black and bloody mess
Quite beautiful I must confess
Just like the oceans crushing depth
It squeezes, takes away your breath
The blinding black of night time's shade
Reflects the freakish foot parade
The letters march across the page
Thier crooked, twisted, trail of rage
They capture all the broken dreams
Hate and horror's gruesome themes
A natural landscape of the mind
Carved by emotion over time
The deepest realm of two dimension
Forces thought on its contention
Forces truth into the light!
This sculpted plain of black on white.
intense
intense with emotion, imagery, definitely dark, but full of a writer's passion. keep writing and sharing.
Bold and beautiful! I love
Bold and beautiful! I love this. Thank you for sharing your talent.
"Just like the oceans crushing depth
It squeezes, takes away your breath
The blinding black of night time's shade
Reflects the freakish foot parade"
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "