Indigo Into Dark

Indigo child came crashing on your dark perspectives could not have coalesced less than my essence and your soul,agony the echo, hollow, whispers pain in solace Your eyes so tight and small spoke of emptiness and angst etched in the wrinkles of your face the end of us was in the pain of our first glance long suffering and stoic we mingle and remain aesthetics did not exist for you and I as countenance from essence does arise for yours was never pleasing to my eyes your silence screams that I was not your dream your eyes small and hollow filled with pain first glance was all it took to see our end (c) Katherine Wyatt 2010