Dark hatred of black and gray surrounds the sky
No trace of color dares to be seen
His faint aroma still swarms the air
Just long enough for his face to reappear
I clench for life
My breathe taken in a wisp
Reaching for him
But there is no hand to be held
Screams from the dead chocking for forgiveness
While cries from the suicidal, regretting to live in this
Red fire, boiling flames
Life here
With no one to blame
YOU ARE READING
Painting Words
PoetryA painting is a wordless piece of mastery that an artist uses to express their most inner feelings, while poetry is a tedious masterpiece that writers use to illustrate their story. Painting Words is my own writings creating it's own picture.
