MC ( / Isles of Scilly living in Barbados)


words are dust
across the mirror
swirls of rainbow shadows
buried in the ice cream of my soul
chill thoughts to fill
the corners of my Sunday
while eyes blink.
almost blind,
new lenses not enough
to stem the trickle
of this latest loss
and I breathe gently through
the brand new pain I carry
north east of my heart
flooding it
with oxygen
to drown those anaerobic
suckers bleeding me of life
and sight and movement
while gifting me with fear
I'll turn away from
embracing reborn passions
with the prince who chases frogs
from my encroaching night.

User Rating: 5,0 / 5 ( 2 votes ) 2

Comments (2)

Wonderful stuff, deep and dark 10+++
tremendously awesome flow, MC. Imaginative piece; human emotion (awareness, sadness, passion) woven with natural elements of nature. keep on, sjg ~~