the clouds
hide my soul
torture it
make it howl
they taunt me
with glimpses
of heaven
so fine
and views of hell
that could be mine
I would rather
sink
in the sea
full of brine
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Words are used sparingly to create an exquisite imagistic poem.
Thank you Vijay sir 🙂
An evocative existential cri-de-coeur.
Thank you dear Louis
Metaphorical dipticion of life’s desires using nature as backdrop
Thank you Sameer