Oil breaking a bond with walls,
cloaking a huddle of our dead peers,
smiles painted effortlessly ,
as they dance through sorrow,
with a blue tune playing.
We're driving carelessly ,
without any fuel.
YOU ARE READING
Fallen Visions
Poetry#1 in ifeelyou rising, #9 in speakup rising, !!!! Some poems iv'e written this year when I was in moods or when inspiration came.
