Caustic
Might as well be
virulence emanating amidst
Enfolding a broken spirit
With degenerative liquescent
bones, hollow
equally poison diverts
Infecting all adjacent
Tornado of emotions
extends rampant
Destroying remains of
preciousness
hatred fester’s as love fails
Dying breathes with no voice
dissipate
Nothingness is void
and gaping is the cavity
Where hearts used to covet
Misery embalmed
Veins blackened
Caustic
Might as well be
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speechless… such a nice poem… these lines are simply awesome…
“Nothingness is void
and gaping is the cavity
Where hearts used to covet ”
great work… hats off to you…
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Thank you. I appreciate the compliment Ashish.
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