They brought it,
Brought it to themselves,
Their awry wrunk smiles,
And the gazers gaze,
Piercing sounds,
And screeching noices,
Say it all,
Wherein solace their hearts seek,
Forgetting yet,
The gnashing of teeth,
The scornful ways,
Now you hardly give a thought to,
The ecstacy has swallowed thee,
All i see now is your absence.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
