s-h-e
thinks with the heads that snuff
her pride and
chop her sanity down…
s-h-e
sleeps with the eyes that never agree
with the night breeze
her heart
beats against all the harmonious rhythms
in her ears…
and the words that
s-h-e
heard choke her to dead
leaving her alone…
floundering on the ground
desperately trying to find
a pleasant pond
that leads her to the purple dawn
of
her ultimate bond…
grabbing back her petrified desire
of
Life
of
Live
of
Love
@made in poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem