December 9, 2017
2:00 am
2:00 am
(Dying Poet)
Broorkyn
Broorkyn
Emotions cannot be written
when love is mute
fingers no longer fill
the color in you
clouds of rain
flood my head
passion masquerade's
stained pools of blood
words leave me empty
memories of what was
visions of peace
are now deceased
I throw away my pen
with the colorless chambers
for emotion cannot be written
when love becomes anger
when love is mute
fingers no longer fill
the color in you
clouds of rain
flood my head
passion masquerade's
stained pools of blood
words leave me empty
memories of what was
visions of peace
are now deceased
I throw away my pen
with the colorless chambers
for emotion cannot be written
when love becomes anger
Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker
The Silent Stalker
1 comment:
Intense! I love this! Thank you for all you write, you are an inspiration!
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