Hands lost in soil, decomposed mice and moles
Carbon falls as soot, choke in black holes
Heart of weathered limestone, a smile razor sharp
The screams of burning children hidden behind a harp
A sea of sticky tar, an ocean made of glass
Shards fill the beaches, blood stains the grass
Eyes of sheer panic, skin as cold as stone
The sadness of a widow, covered by a clone
“A sea of sticky tar, an ocean made of glass”.. that makes imagination seem more real than reality will ever be.. it’s fascinating, inspiring and it flows the way any good poem should.. yet better than that.. (:
btw sorry for the weird question, but is your hair green or i’m not seeing well? xD
Thank you!!!! Haha yeah my hairs green…You approve?
approve? mine is black and green, so… (:
That’s cool 🙂
I’ve got to say, I’m really starting to appreciate your style of writing the more exposed I get to it. You’ve got a solid future ahead if you keep this up 🙂 I look forward to your next post!
Seriously this means a lot…Thank you!
You’re quite welcome 🙂
🙂
This brooding poem is very thought provoking with some unique lines. I’m intrigued as to its meaning
Glad to have caught your attention! Thanks for reading! 🙂