Gothic Mind

Fortune absence

Makes me cold.

Shallow people

Must I speak?

 

Holding pebbles

White and thick

Shallow fire

Does not warm. 

 

The Truth...

Always different.

Pleasant Air

Icy breezing.

 

What to do?

Knowing not.

Standing silent

Graciously.

 

And there is nothing left…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[ELii]

I liked the flow of this poem, and the imagery. sometimes it is just best to be an observer. I rather be in a deep pool of thought then someone else's shallow depth. Nice 1.

[Fantasyfairy]

Nice poem. It describes so much inner feeling and the flow is wonderful and smooth. Very nice. XX

[Trouble Smurff]

I really like your poem. Simple written and has a great flow. Thanks for sharing.