My life being like the darkness of the dungeons, in all hues of blues I remembered to smile. Absorbing all rays, charring me. Oft times I smiled at my loved ones, alas! receiving the nonchalant smirks. For every love's stimuli, it responded With red rage and consigns . Like the refugees of the outskirts, castigated and looked down upon. Vanishing were images in photographs, In the album that was close to my heart. I wish the hiraeth exists for me too! Contrary,i'm on excavation for the home . I live by feeding morsels of wistful sham, The daggers clenched by the same blood Pierced my heart whenever I embraced them. But Still masquerading smiles and convalescence, Revolving around the sun with the earth, Being the same ,like bag of sand, pummeled. I leaked down to ashes , Vanishing somewhere in the vast sky, With the wreath on my grave standing by. ©black guy Like and share and highlight. Ummm that's a poem very close to me. Don't plagiarise. It's kind of a dark poetry. If you like reading darker stuffs read Allen Poe and Sylvia Plath. #repost #love #peace #dark #darkpoetry #black #yqbaba #yqdidi
