Black Words Unsayable
The mind masked civil
Spins strands of black words
The voice can’t weave the phrase
Lest the veil lifts from the tarnished face.
If you say what you hide in the dark
I’ll turn it into black rose.
Do you hate me?
November 23. 2017.
Contest : Unsayable.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2017
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