Down the
aisle
My smile
wavered
My thoughts
scrambled
Wishes were
void to my soul
Candles to
light up my path
Fire flies
to sing in that perfect tune of dance
The sweet
symphony played on the fine reeds
The rush
claimed in the falls near the yonder
Alas a
conversation sparked
An ignition
of a never-ending talk
The soul
amiss
The spirit
wandering
The flesh
in turmoil
Cravings
shaved off the buds
No sprout
of hope to blossom
Days numbered
Seconds tick-tocking
Emblems mashed
in the graves of the untold
Desires left
bare to rot
Then the
rips are made to lie in their eternal flame
Listless
Drooping
Lifeless
Depressing
Lone
Demented
Soles
turgid with liquids of stubbornness
Hearts thumping
with passions unraveled
Nails scratching
with dripping vermin
The question
remains
Who wants
a conversation with my soul?
Boatenmaa
Feb 24 2019
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