Burrowing into lies,
lives lifted look up
into a sky laced with
advertisements. a comfort
a home, made of jingles
and useless nothings.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Category: Poetry
Blossoming Moon (poem #367)
Dim Light (poem #366)
Dim light illuminates
a gloomy morning,
I wait for the birds to wake
their chirps and shrills
a warning for another
storm or early spring,
the rain falls and
I go back to sleep.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Cold Coffin Holds (poem #365)
Cold coffin holds,
memories of
a life past lived now
wasting away. When
there is nothing
not even rotting wood
and bone, finally
forgotten by the
living only then
is death true.
