The Turn Of Silence Poem by Minnu Serah

Now it’s the turn of silence,
Pigmented lashes drive to the far
As my intuition begins its play.

Jeering before a cave of creations,
Roaring lions reign.
Masculinity hides the weakest,
in their pursuing of tinsels.

Babe in me struggles to tricks,
Elemental relations fail to notice,
Yet, I drink to the lees.

Words begin to betray themselves
As they begin to utter,
Sometimes cheats,
Sometimes treats,
That’s beyond our stars.

My breath can’t be lured,
When it pertains to misery,
My love, a pesticide
Even when we lose ourselves,
And takes me to the
Divinity of repressions.