Her fear corrupts
Her life falls
Her joy has been lost
She sits and bawls.
Never is true
Passion is sin
Love is spurious
No light is let in.
Her whispers are muffled.
Her tears are pooling.
She lets out wails of woe.
Her blazing heart is ever cooling.
YOU ARE READING
Swept Ashore
PoetryBe swept away in the ocean of poetry, wash ashore in a sanctuary of words, a place where you will be safe from the harsh world of sanity, catch a breath of the sea breezy air, twinged with the insanity that only writers know.
