Hannibal

Hannibal

A Poem by R.A. Youngblood

Brows are relaxed and lonely 
As ashes perfectly fill up their open spaces.
Hairs would arise on his toned face
With every pore glistening beyond reality,
When having an encounter with another 
Shadow carrying its obsessions. 
Binary caterpillars are making their way 
Through the still waters in his energetic field,
Manifesting the purest intentions of an evil mind.
His soul radiates as it is laying down
On the tumultuous grass,
Plucking the flowers and chewing them.
He is leaving these beautiful
Members of viridity martyred,
While an illusive paralyzed mask
Inhabits his harmonic face.
His calmness is as wide as 
The oceans without a shore,
And his love with humans never
Seems to be effectuated,
Just as there is no shore an ocean can kiss.

© 2018 R.A. Youngblood


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Quite an inage this builds behind my eyes...

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R.A. Youngblood

3 Years Ago

Yeeeeeessssss, exactly.

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