Her Dark, Dark Soul!
I feel it creeping up on me
My soul quivered...
Like sand bashes by the tide
Darkness pursued
Dining on the amicable & merciful
Precious innocent soul
Vulnerable untarnished pure
Fallen prey to man of many faces
Perfect capped teeth shrewd
Butterflies turn to moth,
In the drapery of her innocence
Pale like a plain tissue, she was
Transparent for everyone who cared to notice
Small frailty – decrepit soul
People soaked up their sorrows in her rectitude
A bad caricature of life
Blemishes of life and its vultures accumulated her
Broken and sore have she become
Waving profusely goodbye to virtuousness
Life had turned her callous
She slipped into her personal darkness
This is such a deep poem, very well written! I hope you're well though, if you ever need someone to talk, don't hesitate to message me!
ReplyDeleteThank you Chloe, I really appreciate that. I'm feeling much better now. I will keep you speed dial😊
DeleteThat poem "go deep"
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Like!!!!