In crispness,
a shimmer of ice.
Cold and echoes,
counting thrice.
Backwards to one,
You have your fun.
Self anointed wisdom
and truths unfurl.
Spins delusional
in veils and swirls.
But I know of truths,
you find me gone.
Not hidden here,
I'm not the one.
You seek to bless
with sacrifice,
and bitter breath.
No respect for life,
It's time to run.
I have freedom now,
You have nothing left.
Just an anger and hate,
and a date with death.
YOU ARE READING
Happier a little sad.
PoetryThe book title poem, happier a little sad is a reflection of when find that if I am totally carefree, which isn't very often! That I do not get any inspiration for writing poetry. I wrote this poem that explains it. *********************************...
