Looking at the Blue – Poetry

I sit here looking at the blue,The mess we made,the glass pierces through,Smiling as tears roll down the cheeks. Dripping colors of husk,the clock ticks through my soul,I am choking on the words,Covered in the flashes of moon. Hush now! Everything ends slowly,Nubivagant I sleep still,Clutching to the memoriesThat didn’t last even a scimachy. No … Continue reading Looking at the Blue – Poetry