childhood
safely buried
6 feet under
drugs, abuse and sex
.
some little softness
burnt to ashes
on which dogs roll
around funeral pyres
.
naked innocence
freshly bathed
left for vultures
on the mute towers
of indefference
.
as
.
sparkling eyes
hold back
hungry hands
reaching for
the spat chewing gum
.
only
the red flowers
in the hand
wither in shame
.
4 comments:
of the dust that remains
what of it....?
like all that has come and gone, nothing exists
hold on to the this particle of life for a split second and then its gone....
beautiful images.
not commetin on d poem rather d pic on ur last posts...intriguing
nice... it's like each line is a different poem/story all together... "back hungry hand reaching for the spat chewing gum"....
i like the randomness of it all
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