An abstract painting
Up to interpret.
Is it just me,
Or the mirror has a disfigurement?
Did the flower abruptly bloom,
Or was it something swollen in me,
That grew while I was sleeping?
Stunningly consuming the insides within.
Or does it pain
Because I'm empty?
Lovely and as useless
As a seven year old's drawing.
As haunting of a sight
Like a storm cloud nearby,
The drug of a cinephile.
Even my chest hurts when someone hugs
So even my ribs are in agony.
Or does it pain
Because I'm empty?
YOU ARE READING
by the ink in my veins...
PoetryWhat it says....poetry Topic could be anything all of them are original and written by me This in never going to end and i post as i find motivation so add it to your reading list or library #11 in quotation on 2/3/2023 #13 in quick books on 23/2/2...
