2024 Poetry, Verses and Rhymes

Depth

Grinding to a halt

The corrected sense of pretense

The times when lies sound default

And the truth, coagulated and empty in presence

I drown in the very essence

Of small droplets that stem

From the ducts of the human eyes

Coming to the spot

Where the completed circle blots

This very gloom, it soothes

Even the burning cleanliness

And small respite from emptiness

I walk now in the empty road

Going somewhere outside my comprehension

Maybe I get taken into the very void

Where all my hopes and fears melee

The feeling of newly granted parlay

A freedom from chains that bind

And the ebon coil many dare avoid

Today we see the real

And tomorrow the skies will be teal

Or crimson and noir