Draining the water of the fish
watching it's body be thrashed
by the meanest last struggle.
Uninvited frog hopping
underneath the cozy sofa
in the parlour had become
cold and thrown outside.
Lizards that thrived,
never had their tounges
nor the tails out of fright
and silent chirps occluded the rooms.
Holding on to these glitches,
a deep abyss spaghettized me,
The bleeding soul can't feel more numb,
failing confessions took me to the edge.
So I flew to the plight of obscurity
and stood naked before
the court of obsessions
as a pitiable victim
'cause I killed the cat that killed a chameleon
not as a prey, but as in a play.
The hammer blew my ears
I was to be hanged till death
but subjected to live as a grief stricken soul,
which has undergone a hundred executions,
and finding meaning of meaningless.
The cycle goes on as the organism
with a hairy topping goes on
with it's ruthless quest to dominate
and the blindfold of the statue
before the hammer was transparent...
Writer's note: "Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude."
~Anne Frank
Should we be guilty unless it's too late? Do you think we are guilty of everything we do?
This fact haunts me!!
This is a new experiment please let me know about this in the comments. I am eager to know your opinions.
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Embrace The World
Poetry"I opened the window I smelled the flowers I saw the sunset I felt the breeze Then foul smells of rotten tree hit my olfactory receptors Grounds were blood smothered I saw the fangs hit the ankle I heard the unpleasant sighs I smiled with all the sa...
