On a fading sight of beauty
An inch away from tenderness
An inch a way from deadness
Or inch away to sleep against thy bosom
...
In the gloomy silence of the night
I found my self laying against the grass
I joined fear and hate in the eyes of angry love’s light
Love which I fear, vanished
...
Beneath the somber deeds of thought
I obstinated my self and vend my heart
Before my hands reached to you in the night to call
My eyes saw thy serene joy emptying my soul
...
my sweet, my soul, my heart
unstressed my mind, uncover my eyes
unloved my body, my silence cries
unfreeze my hands, unquestioned my heart
...
i thought she was the the light of the dark that guide me of this nature,
i thought z nature was z reflection of heaven, never expected z dark side zat mad me suffer,
i thought she was z one for me to be strong
zat i tasted the sweetness with my tongue
...
breathing the cold air
out there leaving me lonely seems not fair
feeling thhe cold on my skin lair
but people are calling me a layer
...
The screaming of the clocks and the sinking of the heart, Melts my heart while black beauty explodes under the dark molten thoughts of somber and half forgotten wet bloody soul... despairs in wonder
...
An Inch
On a fading sight of beauty
An inch away from tenderness
An inch a way from deadness
Or inch away to sleep against thy bosom
Mad about the false world
And the long wet grasses longing for the sun
An inch
Of the fading beauty, there is hope
But Inch away from it
The unknown deep calm eyes
The slow silent breath
And the glory years of this summer remind me of death
Departing me from thy bleeding heart
But again inch away from it
Inch away from the forbidden kiss
Inch away from blind dreams
And Inch away from the whispering death
An inch
Across the pavement in the night
On the edge of griefless beauty sight
I remember the vile blur words
So weak, so little
But the inch of stillness so brittle
I remember the holding of hands
So soft, so tight
But the inch of frightening kiss of bit
But inch away from it
An inch
inch by inch by inch and you measure life with textured imagery. Indeed a good write.Thanks for sharing. Blessings.
I have appreciated the way you've started to write the first line of your poem it sounds beautiful
Well composed...gives the reader an insight to your state of mind. Nice one.