The Love-Lost Writer

by Lost star   Aug 16, 2020



I

The rhetoric of your excuses
transposed a frailty of fortitude
to the disposition of decadent distraction;

The embers of my soul
were ashen with the
magnanimous motives
which yours embarked
to destroy mine.

II

Sweet lies from vermilion lips
fracturing asunder
the reality of this bards’ quill….

Amethyst tears fall to parchment;
the atomic dragon
poised upon zephyrs – the archetype
of a soul assassin,
cold and capricious.

III

The re-deciphering of
a hollow cosmos is
waiting for an unknown echo
to venture forth from the void.

Ensconced, until the numinous
harbors aspirations of
balance.....of truth.

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  • 2 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    I like the images each verse conjured..liked the read..