As I stare into your mellifluous eyes,
I see the beyond the depths of your silent cries.
I understand the wishes that you seek,
I understand the things that you do not speak.
I understand how you have finally fallen,
I understand why you are no longer golden.
And I feel the wretchedness of stories been told,
filled with lies and concoctions, highlighted in bold.
I have written about the torment you have endured,
I have called the world to see what they have ensured.
I have watched you go into the deepest depression,
I have tried to bring your heart to speak its confession.
But they combat and they deny and they keep lying,
they whistle and close their eyes to all your bitter crying.
And because of the truth of this corrupted society,
you are force to spread a wish to your fallen deity.
And because I cannot save you from this depth,
you have chosen to collapse, to embrace this death.
YOU ARE READING
Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
