Phony,
Chasm,
Intuitions,
Restitutions,
Poised,
Charms,
All left a heavy heart.
Since you are,dear betrothed,
Oh! woman,
Encumbered by what lies beforehand,
Crane thy neck,
And stretch thy hand,
Fathom what life serves,
Nothing!
Introspectively,
So aloof,
Resigned,
The roof of the sky,
The reigning blue color,
Glare thereat,
The maze,
A puzzle not for you,
For this is no glebe.
Afflictions of a pauper,
And prospects of an abyssal soul,
What's your role?
Ooh scorned being,
Paranoid,
Surreal visions,
Haunted by the holocausts,
Fear shall encompass thy molest bosom,
The thoughts of the wild,
Envisages the end.
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*
