I’ll smile when the dreams descend,
into the dreams
that choke my throat
and gasp for air
when the demons fill my mind.
I’ll jingle around the gardens,
when the sunflowers
will die on the touch
I give them,
and break me from inside slowly.
I’ll chuckle when the silence falls,
So you don’t know,
the crystals being dilated
like water through
the gaps of my fingers.
I’m a liar
I say it on face
but you hide out
facing the pillows and beds
I’m running around like a rising hurricane
Picking out the remains
of the hurtful
beginnings
and
the end.
~Krupali
I really love the style and intensity of this poem, it says things as they are, without hesitation. Still it’s elegantly written in its own brutality. Just great penning ❤
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Well written….intense poem….the ending is amazing….”Picking out the remains
of the hurtful
beginnings
and
the end.” 🔥❤️
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