Thursday 25 June 2015

A Black Swan …

A Black Swan …

Poetry,
A dark emotion,
Scarred,
Swanning high—
Should unfurl its sanguine wings,
Unashamed,
In the wet nudity of thy soul …

Come here,
Let me bare this being,
Taking off
The absolute true farce,
Of thy garish clothes,
Erring skin,
Flesh
And bone …

Behold, could thee?
Incandescent is the nothingness,
Beneath the ennui
So grey,
In thine eyes, afloat
Since a sinless life! 

1 comment:

  1. I would like to think that in our words at least, we can strip bare fo that farce we often play in life.

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