Her anger
Virulent as a
Southern storm in summer
Roars and rages invectives
Her eyes,
Flashes of lightning,
Swift daggers dispatching
Slivers of shivers
Resonates unrequited love
Desiccation of hearts
Cold frigid and destroyed
A wasteland of memories
Strewn in mud
Irrevocable where love is void
Only an empty cavity of hope
Susceptible to,
A masquerade of lies
How could she ever love anyone?
When pieces of her heart are strewn and scattered about
listless,
littering the trenches
of past lovers.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Fallen Stars
Thơ CaA collection of poetry, prose, brevity, musings, writings and chaotic scribbling from dachaoticmind.
