Ice cold words

Explore every nerve

Just shadows of a future

All they deserve

Delusions of grandeur

Fill their very souls

Incompetence, ineptitude

Compassion of China Dolls

Justification a staple

Gorged on by choice

To satisfy the inadequacies

Of a shallow indifferent voice

A bouquet of flowers

A requiem of sorrow

This is what I offer them

In return for all their tomorrows.


Poetry by Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-05-24 at 23:05

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Kathy Lockhart
This is chilling to the bone of the deepest pain into the spirit, the soul of a person. It is cutting into the marrow of the inner self of a person. Very bitting and raw. Sometimes words are wicked and more killing than a sword. Yet, flowers are meant to soothe and be the balm of salvation. Your words are powerful in their sadness and pain. Kathy