Friday, September 15, 2017

When a Picture Gives Birth to a Poem







the darkness in his life presents a sense of gloom
the day he saw her fell in love with her marked his doom .
a love that died much before
it could bloom..
memories in the graveyard of his fucked consciousness that vengeful time wants to exhume
she fled one night with his best friend leaving the gas open poisonous fumes..he survived before he could be placed on a mound of a unmarked tomb ..
His one last memory a drop he left behind in her unforgiving womb .

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