Theme: Life

Placed in Orbit

Was very confused. 
I was becoming poorer 
every day. The depletion was complete. 
Polymorphous? Where do I find 
the affinity with saneness? I 
wanted to quit now, 
drawing the faces of the dead. 

Farce embers, 
in white fire. Climbing on a 
fence for a fatal jump after 
cavorting with drifting icicles 
of blue eyes. Can you sleepwalk
in full moon? I am
White death has become my friend!


More By  :  Satish Verma

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