the darkness is near,
I know, I can hear it.
the strawberry sensation of hate
Buried deep inside her bossom
Is it enough, is it ever enough?
a pure union of a soul,
where eagles scream
And ego's let go
though heaven knows she could charm the legs off a table, but wait!
is it enough, is it ever enough?
She laid there , like a plant
enjoying the benefit of a drenching rain
as though it would ever be enough.
Unpredictable ineptness;
screamed arrows at her
But the world stood watching in apathy.
YOU ARE READING
Is it ever enough?
PoetrySome writings may comumicate my feelings while others may communicate yours. As you're reading, feel free to respond and comment, I'd be glad to here your opinions. T for thanks🙏.......The tittle says it all,read on💗
