deepundergroundpoetry.com

Trivial Children

 
Wet words are weeping
I lack vocabulary
Salting wounds that sting

Crave in quantity
Gripping at abandonment
I thought we were friends

But then you left me
Without a word, all alone
Darkness swallows me
nightbirdblue
Written by nightbirdblue
Published
Author's Note
But is it what you think it is?
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5 reading list entries 3
comments 4 reads 148
badmalthus Lozzamus Unredeemed
Commenting Preference: 
The author is looking for friendly feedback.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:59pm by Tallen
POETRY
Today 9:59pm by PoetSpeak
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:59pm by Valeriya
WORKSHOP
Today 9:57pm by Tallen
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:47pm by _boybrains