Glower4
I would love you to LOL ROFL & LMFAO here in heaps
of your slight
and my internal fight
grows forever
as I watch you
disperse
in all winds
north, south, east or west
without caring what is what
sending glitter
and flustered mascara
gathering
moans, sighs
and swollen thighs
for each session
you have a confession
written in my blood
as I stand on guillotine
waiting for blades
to come down
your teeth flash in white
glowing pristine
my heart bleeds
with that archaic twine
some life
that I lead
where I trust most
is where I have lost most
doubts cloud
suspicions grow
mind swells
as gray cells
betray
should I shift my sight
a single angle
makes it all dangle
yeah the same blade
which would
have me peacefully
laid in my own
hand made
grave!
nice post article informative
thank you and it was a sad poem indeed
Why do I feel so sad to read those words?
Thanks for your comments the poem was indeed about being sad
Pleasure is mine, Glower
I am so happy to see that you enjoy poetry a lot
Often only poetry is able to become my channel of expression to say something that has no language that represents it. Then I will also appreciate all the other poems.