When rusty wind
blow an evening slow
through the smoky dusk
A dissatisfied look
grips
across me
to some blurred images
Crawling lazily
to salvage
pain
that gently darkens;
as more dark seeps in
into my being
bearing many torpid eyes
along worn out
night sky
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
A set of sharply-defined images enhances the beauty of the poem.
So much thanks Vijay Nair Jee!
The general reader will find this to be an intriguing work with gnomic undercurrents.
So much thanks dear Sir.