sometimes it gets hard to find stones to build a bridge.
Like pale autumn trees.
Setting like a sun at dusk.
Drunk with misery,
I decided to bend
before the school of hard knocks.
yes, i couldn't face it head on; none of it
hence,
I dwarfed myself
over the pitchy fringe.
and tucked my fears
around the timberland of poise.
It worked fairly as Mackintosh
giving a shoal bath
to my hollow, frosted physique.
After the blood gargled
through suffocated chambers of my chest,
the mist of nothingness intertwined;
all shades of grey and sallow in me
turning me into a tasteless sorbet.
I chanted and intonated but no one heard
the exclamations of this stained soul.
Angels were already sick of divinity
they saw my hopes die one after another.
The dreams I had nestled in that pipe
were smothered all at once.
The pain was etched
on every ounce of my existence.
I let go of contumacy.
trudging up the sky,
between the blues and greys;
I sensed myself drowning.
by the time powwow could be held,
i melted and dissolved into infinity.
ere ascending for and to the crackerjack,
I vanished !!
Poetry by sadaf
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Written on 2015-10-12 at 10:34
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I vanished
Shedding myself off meLike pale autumn trees.
Setting like a sun at dusk.
Drunk with misery,
I decided to bend
before the school of hard knocks.
yes, i couldn't face it head on; none of it
hence,
I dwarfed myself
over the pitchy fringe.
and tucked my fears
around the timberland of poise.
It worked fairly as Mackintosh
giving a shoal bath
to my hollow, frosted physique.
After the blood gargled
through suffocated chambers of my chest,
the mist of nothingness intertwined;
all shades of grey and sallow in me
turning me into a tasteless sorbet.
I chanted and intonated but no one heard
the exclamations of this stained soul.
Angels were already sick of divinity
they saw my hopes die one after another.
The dreams I had nestled in that pipe
were smothered all at once.
The pain was etched
on every ounce of my existence.
I let go of contumacy.
trudging up the sky,
between the blues and greys;
I sensed myself drowning.
by the time powwow could be held,
i melted and dissolved into infinity.
ere ascending for and to the crackerjack,
I vanished !!
Poetry by sadaf
Read 857 times
Written on 2015-10-12 at 10:34
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