Your abstract views nor misguided hues,
Contrast with my once colorful painting,
Where aqua tides and blue waves,
Crashed upon an opaque brown beach,
Creating a canvas of my thoughts,
On a less than perfect surface,
Where crimson red blood stained my mausoleum walls,
Revealing the neon green images hidden
Like luminal, my cryptic messages were exposed,
From the invisible ink I once placed there,
Beyond the reach of any clear vision,
For the black heart I had then left me broken,
But now these glowing gold rays,
Bask me in a white light where my wings seem to extend,
Amongst the reach of the shining orange sun,
Granting me absolution as I bathe in these colors.
This was just something playful with colors. I had no direction was just writing.
YOU ARE READING
Soulful Words From A Broken Spirit
PoetryTake a trip with me as I show you the inner thoughts I bury. This is a book of raw emotions meeting creativity to make you feel emotions on different levels. So I invite you to walk with me as I give you a tour of my soulful words from a broken spir...
