IronicallyME

Literature Demise

I
Flickering images through the window in the living.
Nauseating smell of soot churned,
in my insides. Solemnly
with my remaining brethrens
and that thick grey coat,
I laid long gone and forgotten.
M
Gone were the days,
And this torch that’s engulfing me in whole?
When I captivated more than
my audience, Emptiness
of the world is all I know.
Resembling a magician who offered nothing,
more than pure entertainment.
A
Defaced,
like a deranged madman.
Nobody bothers to look,
beneath the surface.
If only redemption could just be as haste.
G
Invasive smell of fresh ink suffocates,
sneering with provocation.
Cold clammy fingers,
sent shivers down my spine.
The affection still lingers.
Now that I’m the next in line.
I
Crackling of the firewood,
resounded like symphony to the ears.
Sweet scent of the seething timber,
Liberation is just
Near.
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I looked
for the sun.

But its raining today.

Wilbert
Nunc scio quit sit amor

IM NOT TELLING YOU So much for being WILBERT, 9:55 AM