Forsaken Space (04)
Billowing as the wind,
morbid tales of one man’s sin,
cloud around the haze but when
the man stops to breathe it in,
the delusions begin yet again.
Loose the tongue to fill a void,
feel the empty embrace.
The love will wither and die,
but our sins will grow and grow,
within this forsaken space.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
