Reflection Of Polluted Art //
ONE SIDE OF A VILLANIOUS VENDETTA.
I'm a wrath some poet reincarnating within the words of a stolen spiritual
Entity.
The vibration of our soul's heartbeat infinitely
Its sound and aura remind me of nature's lyrics dictating the summoned peace of beauty.
Like an art museum resembling the earth god given piece of poetic imagery.
Sometimes I like to think to some myself I'm destined for melancholy
Biting off my heart for stranger's who don't bleed for my presence nor
There to lend a hand whenever I'm drowning inside.
Giving off insecure love that's been praised by torment
Dead and Buried in their past they manipulate their words to make me feel like part of the rest.
People are burdened by inevitable egocentric personas that are
Threatened by the fortune of one's selfless character.
The same rope used to pull you out of deep ends is blamed for suicide
So many snakes nearer it's hard to tell who's plotting their attack on Me.
About the Creator
Irvin
Exceptionally artistic when it comes to poetry, my undying passion for it for keeps me writing like always.
Center Stage with Gina C.
*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
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Comments (1)
"The same rope used to pull you out of deep ends is blamed for suicide" This was my favourite line. Your poem was stunningly profound!