When you appear to me
I can't heal up my sore.
The blackest crow
Yells out in horridness.
The hooting creak of owls
Deepens my sorrows
Making me benumbed.
When you appear to me
I feel the pricks of venomous
Snakes deep into my veins.
My wounds become wider;
I feel my dearest heart
Sinking deep in blue eyed storms!
The desperate shot of Dirty Mind
Breaks my ever lifting Heart.
When you appear to me
My softness wears piteous
Attire making me imbalanced
Like the whiskey huddled!
Nonsense bitterness
Stump me into nothingness.
Don't appear to me;
Don't embrace me;
I wish to live in my own world
Created by The Lord
In my prenatal period.
the very intense realms of heartfelt pain perfectly maneuvered through faboulos lines
Dark, yet delicious...Morose, yet magnificent...My favourite style of poetics...Job well done ~FjR~
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A personal struggle portrayed eloquently. Thank you for sharing, Sudipta