Polluted

Drop your tears upon my soul
Sneak in from where you find the hole
Love that resided once in here
Turned into dry ash mixing in air
It needs some water of your eyes
Drip it and a little reprise.

Collect its remains in a bowl
Treat it well with love pest control
Love that resided once in here
Turned into litter polluting prayers
It is exposed, spreading cries
Cleanse it all until it dies.
Photo Credit: bizsumpark182.deviantart.com
Photo Credit: bizsumpark182.deviantart.com

8 Comments Add yours

  1. Matrone Bell says:

    wow, this was fantastic!

    1. Neeraj says:

      Thank you 😀

  2. ladywhispers says:

    Wow. Reminded me of this phase of my life.
    You are very good with words.

    1. Neeraj says:

      I think everyone feels polluted this way at least once in their lives. Thank you for connecting with me.
      Have a good day!

  3. Chatty Owl says:

    Well well well, mister. You did it again, huh? This is good. Raw and sad. Just how i like it.

    1. Neeraj says:

      Thanks dear! xoxo 😀

  4. words4jp says:

    pest control – what a great metaphor – I agree with Chatty – very raw:) xx

    1. Neeraj says:

      Thank you Kim 🙂

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