Who Wants Eternity

Who Wants Eternity

In black sun
and white night,
I was ready to
breath in the arsenic!

Who was under
threat, I will ask?
The silence of the abyss
was going to upset me.

Can you stop―
these threarics, without
hurting anybody after
the unpaid debt of an
invisible devotee?

Drooping eyes
do not want to see the
setting sun in twilight.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Turmoil and chaos is what I picture. Black smoke from bombs blocking out the sun and white smoke drifting across the night from gun fire. War torn and brutal