Kenan

From Kel.

Bereft of love

The dove of pain is soaring through

My orange-soda streams

As my heart teems

With themes long since concluded.

Transposed, it grows

The ever thumping vessel in my chest

Forgets not what is left.

The red curtain nightmare

Tears into the blackest sleep

The creep of footsteps, click of cameras

The never ending laugh track of my life

A deadly caress, a knife,  

A fruitless shadow-ghost

And I, the host of all these

Endless episodes.

Do not try to patronise.

My cries of anguish

Languish, a steaming pool

Of woes, forever crystallised, despised

Forever in the endless throes

Of ‘Awh, here it goes’.

Reviews

[seeeker78]

It had me from the first line, great use of language and flow

[TheFemininePad]

Very well written, and worded in a way to keep the reader hooked throughout the poem. I think you did a great job writing this poetry, and the quality of your writing is very apparent. Amazing job!

[yashsickle]

My cries of anguish
Languish, a steaming pool
Of woes, forever crystallised, despised
Forever in the endless throes
Of ‘Awh, here it goes’.

Very powerful imagery. That last line couldn't have been more perfect. I really didn't expect it. Nice piece :D