Empty trees, empty branches poking the sky
in a prayer
Asphalt, more asphalt
snakes of asphalt
swirling their dust in my lungs
death in bearable portions
sweet poisons, bitter poisons
inhaled with enthusiasm
as death slowly becomes a reward
a prize of some kind
The empty trees
remain erect
waiting to hang my hope
in their hollow branches…
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
As death slowly becomes a reward. Deep and full of spirituality. Outstanding poem…iulia thanks for sharing
Thank you immensely, SamTem!!! Very much appreciated!!!
Reading this paean to pessimism I was reminded tangentially of Bob Dylan’s 1989 ,” Everything is Broken “.
Your comment is bisecting my heart! Thank you, Louis Kasatkin!!! 🙂