Night and Day

Borellus
Borellus
Aug 9, 2017 · 1 min read

Another night that the crescent moon discolors

And slowly goes down as it fades away

The scratches by your nails hurt nothing

Compared to your glaciers of misconceptions

The unity of the poem

Is shattered.

For what it’s worth

These splinters of maimed spirit

Is battered.


Another day that I open my eyes to

With frustration, heart-break is fueled

Trying to avoid the damage you’ve done

Pretending everything’s alright and I’m just fine

Timelessly I hear your smell every once in a while

Another torture by unconscious desire.

Though my mind seeks remedy with denial,

My poor heart bleeds for anything to rely on.

And that’s the brief summary

Of my inner sanctum of desolation;

Dried in the day with conditional anger;

Washed in the night floating with tears of sorrow.

’Twas one of the days I called you with those tears

Choking by the rusty fangs of ambivalence

Such a shame that your only concern was

To fight back, to respond to the very end.

So..

Adieu!

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