The mourns are incoherent to the ears of newborn’s unicorn parents.
Blood stained feathers smeared across cross wearing habits.
Cherish the tales of the salt and tears soaked sails.
Admire the sapphire look on drug filled pills.
Flee to the center of earth to seek happiness and freedom since birth.
Resistance is futile,
avoidance is key.
My sins are the cause of this blindness I see.
Girl, your storytelling and poetic skills amaze me.
I’ll say it again…for someone whose native language isn’t English, you write far better than many who have been speaking and writing English their entire lives.
I’d read you any day, every day.
Thank you for the compliments Mary 🙏🏻
I’m planning on writing a poem alternating between English and my native language.
Not sure how that’ll work out!
I would love to read it!
” Blood stained feathers smeared across cross wearing habits.”
This hits home
Much respect
Naaj
Thank you Naaj. It means a lot coming from you.
Brilliantly penned, Drieks. This is a magnificent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian 🙏🏻
What a fantastic final line summary, Girl!