Serpents in my mind...
I watch as you grind,
All those skeletons into pieces,
Like we never knew,
Like all we do is, right.
I have no fright,
Fear is an old friend;
But the ending line will not bend.
Where do I go? Where do I look for?
For, all the things we lost,
And left. Broken. Abandoned.
Serpents in my mind, are calling for you...
All that warmth we lost; all that warmth we lost- like those skeletons,
My feverish brow will not cease-
Will not cease calling for you;
But all I am is blue.
Like the blue skies, harsh but true.
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Not Seen, But Heard
PoetryFew collections of short poems. Themes mostly revolve around betrayal, love, letting go, and some others of the same sort. The wonderful cover is made by a even wonderful person, Nova.
