the October haze
is chilling me,
as I drink warm coffee,
mystified by the pallor
of my own reflection
on the withered rose petals.
whispers in the wind
is music to my ears;
as I wait by the window,
watching the sky
painting mystery.
but the sarcasm
of her nocturnal giggles,
is not melted
in the cordial mischief,
that wraps me in sheaths
of cold sweat;
once again,
I am alone with my own reality.
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PoetryA collection of musings from my heart that doesn't stick to a certain genre but mostly writes on heartbreak, depression, sadness, loneliness... of course masked under heavy abstract and metaphorical imageries. It might not be your simple poem to...
