My glass life half empty,
Never like you or them,
Catalyzed by forsaken neglect,
Abandoned with the breeze,
Catapulted into your world of torment,
Sparkling spirit lost its glimmer,
Ebbing amidst flawed philosophies,
Breathing cynicism into existence.
Save me from this despondency,
And soothe my demons,
Requisitioning the essence of
My everything,
Pilfering what I'm meant to be.
Shadows of doubt,
Splintering my quintessence,
Inundated by echoing relics of my past;
Silence these fragmented reflections
That plague me.
Aching for the flicker of a
New dawning, to
Encompass every broken part of me.
Categories:
requisitioning, dark,
Form: Free verse
d ,the symbolism is insecure with revolution factors and to develop a concrete slate in the room for requisitioning the stream of difference and to allow the best turn to be contracted to sting a revolving star around the moon.
It so sad to let her go in the ways of how tomorrow comes but she led a life of misery and denial.
Categories:
requisitioning, anger,
Form: I do not know?