by Cassandre Smith

Ghastly, deafening silence seeps through the seams
Harboring a lifetime of melancholy blue dejection, reeking of ripe regret
It has a hue, it has an aroma
Joylessly flaunting a dismal existence
Knife slices through the denseness that is reality
Let it bleed, ruby red, close the wound, continue to seep, silence

Click here to post comments

Join in and write your own page! It's easy to do. How? Simply click here to return to Submit a Poem.


Search Here for Poetry

Click here if you love us! Follow Me on Pinterest