Bleeding eyes,
torn apart, imbued with
unholy sense left vacant
the mind trembling
mistaken divine
intervention.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Bleeding eyes,
torn apart, imbued with
unholy sense left vacant
the mind trembling
mistaken divine
intervention.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina