Blanched.

 Forgive my lips , they taste of weakness.

These cold black  skies illuminate the numbness of the promises

Forgotten through the code of lies .

Winter smoke evaporates my courage

And brings me to a forever muteness of reasoning your bruises.

 I will erase the gloominess of future and the past,

Religion,History, Astronomy and the Earth within its present.

Swallow the memories of blue and yellow ,

Walk out with  sour inhale of tomorrow's sorrow.

 

 

 

Author's Note

this poem went completely different direction than I expected.

Reviews

[fireblossom]

You are from a dark place in the Urals. This place holds a cabin and in that cabin Viktorsha was raised on dark literature and promises. You were raised by wolves who wanted to be human but in love left you bruised and gashed...the price of life.

As usual this piece is written with your own unique voice. Keep developing that voice. It is very interesting.

[nostal]

It was nice.