Weeping Bot

Words eclipsed by the tumult of thoughts..

Beauty eclipsed by the smeared glasses..

Off its shadowy halo-

Purple whispers the butterfly-songs

As the feigned innocence is about to rot....

Let not the smile seethe beneath

As my squirming torso frets on the cot....

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is amazingly written love :)
All is not rose tinted from behind the glasses of life!
Great work
xx

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Oh my sounds like the sorrow of illness. Succinct and strong. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha