taken in by mystification
and great confusion
alterations covered in tears
like a ghost speaking
in a voice less than a whisper making wishes
his tempo becomes patina
like silvery white
in a pitch black scene
passionate naked shadow quivering
withered, within an inconsolable soul
words fall off of lips as cold cursive
prepared with tinted emptiness
silently, a torture of tongues unchanged
availing the unproven
while this poem labors
hands writing agony
with this commission to paper
anguished over the incompliant lines
scribbles in all directions
like fingers combing smoke
Beautifull use of words,
Beautifull use of words, your poem is a great creation. Good write and enjoyable to read.
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