Ignorance is bliss.
And loose lips sink ships.
Life might coat the soul in mud and cause some brains to rot.
I've gotten used to premarital slander, enough to presuppose that life is peace and benign.
I'm swallowed up by egalitarian philosophy.
It spins all around melodies from the notes upon the sheet, the rhythm of music singing.
So much so, you can't tell the difference between a heron and a raven.
Empty gratitude of stupidity, empty as the door of begulie.
When you walk in, shame echoes in every footstep and soot is smudged into the fiber of your ribcage.
And has the smoke blinded you of your actions?
Tapped inside a cage of calumniation, put under libel.
Ask the question first and foremost.
Did you deserve it?
YOU ARE READING
My poems
ŞiirJust poems of how I feel think. Some are hypothetical and not true, sometimes I want to write what could be or was.
