Build your fort and be its watchman
Wound me with silence or cut me with words
Humiliate me, remove happiness
Put me in lonely company
Make me autarkic
I will battle with whispers
I will hide in plain sight
I will sulk in the now
I will kill with looks
I can cry in secret
Categories:
autarkic, 11th grade, angst, i
Form: Free verse
Neptune will cry for our death
Fragments of sea blood
Temblor of regards
Condolences from Poseidon
Exhaling ciaos, inhaling mists
And all else Jupiter, once more
All yellow bleeds fire
None could inhume his dolour
Grams of sorrow, forcely collected
Twining clouds and forming seas
Autarkic trumpets would sing
As colors received by Uranus
Categories:
autarkic, color, death, farewell, feelings,
Form: Free verse