Omens
Broken glass and black alley cats,
Withered roses and grey skies,
All feel perfect to her
For they understand her pain.
In black puddles and smoke,
Killers and mafias,
Does she find solace
After what she's been through.
Not a single ray of light,
Does she want to see.
After being blackened and bruised,
She is now consumed by the darkness, completely.
(One of the very few short poems of mine.)
Broken glass and black alley cats,
Withered roses and grey skies,
All feel perfect to her
For they understand her pain.
In black puddles and smoke,
Killers and mafias,
Does she find solace
After what she's been through.
Not a single ray of light,
Does she want to see.
After being blackened and bruised,
She is now consumed by the darkness, completely.
(One of the very few short poems of mine.)
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