I have seen your dark side.
And I've seen your seeds flow on the surface of a muddy, watered hole.
I'm not allowed to address it all.
Commands must be obeyed.
I saw a glow in your eyes, and I assumed that you'd had a soul, but it's it's just an intense fire spread deep inside.
You made me bleed until I've abused my veins.
You've roamed the earth; you never eyed straight.
People never grasped that you're born without eyes, without vision, without a soul, without heart.
YOU ARE READING
Petals (#Wattys2016)
PoetryA bundle of poetry. A pigment of our inner self. The process of our daily life.
