Deformed.

by GB   Apr 22, 2015


Deformed.

A coquettish moon lurking in silence,
apocalyptic stars
and wishes refuse to come true.

Their attempts to sow peace
unmasked seeds of narcissism,
these skies can not bear...

In the city of cemeteries
another wager lost.

Bitter kisses,

putrid dreams.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Hmmm, there is much more to this write then what the words portray. The title and the write itself can be linked to society, the way how it has become or about life itself. This is one of those writes where the reader is left to ponder about it...

  • 9 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Wonderful!!!

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