when you think
you've found
one of the best
human beings on this
planet
with old eyes full of pure intelligence
and a mind full of vibrant knowledge
a voice of humor
and bones of determination
it's only a matter of time
before you discover
a layer of murky darkness
filled with broken beliefs
and rattling teeth
and suddenly
his bright, bright appearance
through your kaleidoscopic eyes
is dimmed and dulled
until all you can do now
is smile sadly
at the feeble man
that stands before you
now
~~the father of fears, the father of anger~~
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
