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I scream into the midnight void all day
Deafening the ornate pots of clay
Glittering silver intertwined with a majestic indigo
Subdued under cotton tapestry woven of rainbow
(Stop!
You are not a moronic sheep and I am not your fodder
I was brought here to simply bear misty roses and water)
I scream into the ivory chasm all dawn
Deafening the ornate pots forlorn
Sullen cyan speckled on surly white
Behind snowflakes falling in clear sight
(Stop;
Your melancholic cries are none of my concern
The crystals droplets in my vessel are the only tears I will discern)
I scream into the pink abyss all dusk
Deafening the ornate pots of dust
Green vines wrapped around strokes of amaranth
Still in front of silk curtains blowing sand
(Stop.
Your twists of anger are not mine and never will be
I stay empty listening to woodwinds in glee)
Stop! Stop; Stop.
That is all I hear through the night
I still scream, scream, scream of my plight
But ocean waves keep lapping up my misery
Snow crystals mistake me as a trickery
And thorns prickle my tragedy
What came of my screams again?
Rejection mixed with even more pain?
So, I will carry my screams somewhere else
So, you can enjoy your silence while I walk my dismal echoes with me
(...)
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoetryFeatured on @WattpadPoetry reading list 'Stygian Skies' "I dream as a soulless spirit where the only music I hear is the drops of scarlet" This poetry collection follows the tales of three women lost in the past and objects they surround themselves...
