Tales from the dark
This is poetry. Please read and enjoy.
the nights shift incessantly
between the coiled conversation,
about semantics of life
the arrival and departure of distilled solitude
at a point of growling sleep patterns
my words think they are tool
to carve
to emboss a pain onto the strangers arms
about melancholic shifting dreams,
the mosiac vintage art
my nakedness is a cry to the limbs out of balance
they cringe,
they wither away
like soft paper dreams,
crushed under the sinking elbow
again
and
again.
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Thinking of a Christmas gift? My poetry collection is receiving all the love for which I am truly thankful to each one who supported it. I produced my book out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here-