Mocking longing

Mocking longing

A Poem by Ana B.

Silent is the moonlight by my side,

While I’m writing down my sins.

She’s got an ancient voice  -  my pride

Yet can’t help going in for the last rinse

 

Because time is running dry.

Will we ever stop longing for wider suns…

With venomous words… so eager to petrify

Those hearts that were so pure once.

 

And I’m still looking for fissures

Somewhere in those sketches of fate,

Satiated of those love-wishers

Who excelled to imitate so great


 

What the architect of mind has hidden.

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


© 2017 Ana B.



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I love this through and through! Great last stanza. I like the sketches of fate phrasing. Beautiful piece, Ana :)

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ana B.

3 Months Ago

Thank you sweet Yumna :)
Dr. YumnaKay

3 Months Ago

You're welcome, Ana 😊
God, I really love your style of writing, this is so friggin beautiful and soft.. a truly great read..

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ana B.

3 Months Ago

Thank you very much Kesha :)
Kesha

3 Months Ago

You are welcome:)
Nice way of writing and you keep the rhythm till the end.
You have drawn a picture with your pen. Great.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ana B.

3 Months Ago

Thank you Abraham :)
great last line...yes, the architecture of what we destroy....parts of ourselves little by little come apart....we need fusion to get ourselves back together...and those who imitated love....really fooled us well, yet we fool ourselves, the best.

j.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Ana B.

3 Months Ago

Couldn't agree more. Thank you for stopping by Jacob.

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