My world

Constricted breathing,

Lungs diminishing from misuse,

Inhale evils of a malicious world,

Exhale nothing.

Words without sounds,

form from a mouth without a voice,

Crows turn the sun black,

The sun turns the soil white,

Soil grows withered trees

Trees bear red fruit,

One bite of this red fruit,

Lets you see what I see.

Reviews

[Suditi]

Wow!
Its a beautifully penned piece.
The imagery, the line of thought, the flow, all so amazing,