fear-shaped autumn of surreal tragedies,
and our ashes shall be scattered
over the neon rust city
in their mutiny where i sense the breaking,
a preaching fusillade of artificial smiles
where we have to breathe ether.
too embraceful and vain.
may be i even believed
once
but
no more.
this poem's linked to dVerse Poets
and our ashes shall be scattered
over the neon rust city
in their mutiny where i sense the breaking,
a preaching fusillade of artificial smiles
where we have to breathe ether.
too embraceful and vain.
may be i even believed
once
but
no more.
this poem's linked to dVerse Poets